we’re on the run because of him. So he can stay in jail until he rots.” “He’s dead,” Maxie abruptly announced. “They need someone to identify the body.” Stevie put her hand to her chest and turned away from them, her head bowed, shoulders beginning to shake, her pain and grief clear to anyone who might be near. Charlie and Max, however, didn’t hesitate to silently bop around each other, performing dance moves they really shouldn’t because they just didn’t have the talent for it. However, it wasn’t a dance of skill, but of excitement. Of relief. Of downright giddiness. Neither sister spoke as
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