Sasha, her name was Sasha. That's what I do. How I'd told them to take Ronnie home. Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn't giving up at all, it's growing up.
I looked at him. Just hearing him be so calm helped the anger ease away. A cabinet door didn't just close, it slammed. Surely, to God, I could have handled Jessica Arnet and her questions without hiding behind a murder.
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