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She squeezed Fina's hand, squinting at him. "Right. I think you should go."
She blinked, frowning as she looked up at Cassian. "Sera's sister. Who are you?"
She sniffled, coming over to Fina and squeezing her hand. "I haven't seen her without her stupid little book since she was at least six," she...
She folded her arms, sniffling. The woman was elegant, wearing a long black dress and rings on her finger. Pearls hung from her ears and she took...
A few hours passed and a woman entered the room. She had tears in her eyes and curly auburn hair and she blinked with a start, looking at Cassian....
She didn't respond, staying completely still.
Her hands were at her side, slightly open, and she didn't respond to his presence.
Fina was lying in the hospital bed. Her face had been heavily bandaged and her hand had been broken. Her hair had been washed and brushed, and now...
Sylas looked over at her, his brows furrowed. "We can figure it out," he said gently.
She went pale and looked back down at the desk, folding her hands and saying nothing.
Theresa frowned. "Do you think this has to do with...?"
* * * The next morning in homeroom, the loudspeaker crackled to life. "Good morning, students," the voice said, sounding solemn. "We regret to...
A few days later, at approximately 5:30 in the afternoon, Fina walked through the dark hallway of the school, her brow furrowed as she approached...
(Zoop?)
Theresa sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "Meeting adjourned?"
"Maybe that should be our next step."
"At least there's that," Monty said supportively. Fina frowned, her brow furrowing, but said nothing. Sylas spoke up. "Do we know anything...
She hesitated, frowning. "We could. But then that would be saying that we had evidence that we didn't give to the police that we promptly lost."...
“Because we have no proof,“ she said simply. “Whoever did this is trying to cover everything up.”
“I think it is too,” Theresa agreed. “But I don’t know if we can go to the police now.”
