“No,” she says forcefully, shaking her head. “No money. I don’t want a cent.” “Then this isn’t an option. I couldn’t let you do this without getting anything in return.” Did I just say that? Am I really considering this? What other choice do you have? the voice of reason says. Rooney glances up at the trees, biting her lip. “I don’t need your money, and I don’t want it either. I just want to help. I just need…” Somewhere safe. I’m not very good at intuiting how other people feel. I struggle to know what I’m feeling often enough. But looking at her, I’m so sure I know exactly what she needs,
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