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words warped. The ceiling lights stretched. I fought to keep my eyes open, clawing at the sheet.
Quincy’s face appeared beside mine, upside down, terrified and determined.
“Mommy,” he whispered. “Stay awake.”
“I’m trying.”
“They took her toward the back hall.”
“Go,” I breathed.
His eyes widened.
“Follow. Don’t let them see.”
“Delphine, no,” Sarah said, but continue reading …
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