his firewood-hauling arms and carried her inside the glowing
cabin. Verity looked after them, but beyond the cabin walls
everything disappeared in a golden haze.
“You did the right thing,” Erin said, putting her arm
around Verity’s shoulder.
“What happens now? When will she get better? Should I
wait for her?” Her voice shook when she spoke.
“Verity.”
The sound of her own name on the girl’s lips was like a
soothing balm.
Then she spoke again.
“She’s gone.”
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