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“You can tell me to leave,” I said.
Her gaze stayed on the window. “Would you?”
“No.”
The corner of her mouth moved, but it wasn’t a smile. “Then why offer?”
“Because sometimes pretending we have choices is the only thing keeping us from falling apart.”
That got her attention.
She turned her head, and the look in her eyes hollowed me out.
I crossed the room and sat beside her, leaving enough space that she didn’t feel trapped.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
Snow fell outside in slow, steady sheets, hiding the hole beneath the maple.
The men had gone out there to search for footprints, disturbed branches, tire tracks, any clue that might explain how the iPad had been planted so close to us.
I needed them to find a footprint. A broken branch. A single careless mistake that pointed Death in the right direction.
Because once Death had a trail, he wouldn’t stop until the Pied Piper learned what it felt like to be hunted.
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