Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. A town called Foster. Loneliness. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Michelle’s eyes widened. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen.
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