The River Gives Back

Rebecca was pacing. Clara sat stiffly on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her, her eyes on Marisol, who sat opposite, silent.

The silence was broken only by Craig’s voice, soft at first, then sharper.

“Marisol,” it said. “Do you trust her?”

Marisol looked around the room, confused. “Who?”

“Cl...

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