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let myself sit on the edge of Catherine’s bed.
The mattress didn’t belong to her anymore.
Nothing in this room did.
“Grandfather,” I whispered into the dark, “I hope you knew what you were doing.”
The house creaked in response.
I showered in my old bathroom, scrubbing away dried blood and causeway rain, and pulled on a T-shirt and soft pajama pants I found continue reading …
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