“You're nervous?” Fischer asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “Well, yeah. This whole situation makes me nervous. Aren't you?” I replied, shutting down my guilt as much as possible before he picked up on that, too. His gaze dropped to where I was rubbing my stomach, something I hadn't even realized I was doing. I dropped my hand immediately. “I'm confident we'll figure everything out. Alright, you're hungry. Let's go eat, and breathe some fresh air. It stinks in here.” He screwed up his nose, wrapping an arm around my waist and escorting me from the charred rubble. I'm a horrible,
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