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“I thought we were leaving,” I said. I kept my voice flat and unemotional. I didn’t want him to know my heart - how afraid I was, how much I needed him.
“We can’t,” he said quietly. “He’ll find us. And when he does, he’ll kill you. I’m not allowed to love anything.”
I was too desperate to hear the sickness in his words. I heard only that he was letting me down, like everyone else. “You promised me,” I said, my voice sounding childish even to my own ears.
“That was before,” he said tightly. “I never thought he’d be released.”
I’d seen the way Marlowe followed his father around, looking at him with begging eyes, waiting for scraps of attention. “You don’t want to leave him,” I said.
“You don’t understand,” he said. He came and sat on the edge of my bed. “No one leaves him.”
Marlowe ha
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