Chapter 125 TWO LINES

POV: PIPER

The walk to the infirmary felt like a funeral procession in soft-soled shoes.

Vickey kept one paint-smudged hand clamped firmly on Piper's elbow, a steady anchor dressed up as casual concern. Piper had insisted, twice, flatly, that she could walk fine. Vickey ignored her like a bad r...

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