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Rafe

Garth leaves us when we make it to my office. Malia lowered herself into a chair so painfully slow that I wanted to help her. She had lied to Vesper when she said she had felt fine. She knew I could read her mind, though I didn’t say anything because I knew she wanted to be back here. She somehow felt safer here in the house.

“Can I get you something?” I ask while she pulls her legs up to h