“Why would they try to take Cheyenne?” he asked. My legs stopped. I couldn’t will myself to propel them forward. This was it. The most incriminating truth of them all. The one I’d forced down, down, down into myself. But no matter how deeply I’d buried it, no matter how many memories I’d piled on top of it, nothing would muffle its screams. “Because he thought she was me. They thought she was the one with the gift.” “Why would they think that?” Marcus’s voice went dry, cracking and feathering like the lies I’d told myself all these years. That I wasn’t that bad of a person. That I took the
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