” Lucy rubbed Michelle on the shoulder. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. ‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. " The tone was neutral. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk.
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