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Theresa seemed unhappy with this but she sighed. "Okay. Meet at the hospital in a few hours."
"So, let's go then," Theresa said impatiently. "Wait, we should go get everyone," Monty said with a frown. "How about we meet there in a couple...
Theresa followed, shutting the window behind her. "She's awake, then?" Monty said, looking around nervously as they retreated to the street....
Monty followed and Theresa gestured to Cassian.
Theresa and Monty followed, and Theresa closed the door behind them, holding a finger to her lips as the front door opened. As they listened,...
As they stood, they heard a car pull into the driveway and Theresa's head jerked up. "Go to Fina's room. Hide. Hurry," she hissed.
"That or she got too close to something," Theresa said slowly. "Or she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Theresa, to her credit, moved on without comment. She turned the next couple pages before eventually landing on her most recent one. This was not...
They finally stumbled upon Cassian's page. This one had been heavily edited, with notes just about every week. Fina had drawn him sweetly....
The group gathered around him and Theresa frowned, holding it gingerly before beginning to flip through it. Each page had been meticulously...
Towards the back of the house, he would find a room with the door slightly ajar. When he walked in, it would be obvious that it was her room. It...
Theresa entered cautiously, calling out. "Hello? Anyone home?" There was no answer and she nodded slowly. "I think we're in the clear," she...
She glowered before heading towards the front door, knocking tentatively. There was no response and Theresa took a deep breath before opening...
Theresa frowned. "It doesn't look like anyone's home," she mused. "They'd probably still be at the hospital. People don't give up on their loved...
"Probably," Theresa said. "I seem to recall Fina's mentioned saying something about sleeping next to a window has proven health benefits, so I...
Fina's house was silent as they approached, the door closed and the lights dark.
"More like you're feeling guilty so you don't want to deal with the consequences," she grumbled. "Let's go."
He reached out and squeezed her hand, saying nothing. Theresa scoffed. “No, thanks.”
