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She hesitated, but did as Miriam asked, going quiet.
"I don't know." *** "Months. Arlo. Months."
"Yes.. Over my shoulder.."
"I'm fine," she said quickly, her hands shaking. "I'm okay." Something about her seemed off in the moment, and her eyes revealed her fear and...
Eventually, they pulled up to the apartment. "We are here." *** "Er.. No."
"You're making me nervous."
Avice looked up with wide eyes. Her brows furrowed and she looked back down. "Uh.. No, I'm not her."
"Hm." *** "I haven't touched a drink in months!"
"Yes. I can do this myself. Just watch."
Avice went to the side, cradling Aubrey. It was obvious she was still nervous, and continued to ignore the burn on her arm.
He frowned, gripping the steering wheel. "It's my fault. I'm sorry." *** "You have been with me!"
He rubbed the spot it had hit him. "Just fine.."
She nodded, looking over at the doctor before helping him sit. "I'll let her do her work.."
"Then why did you do it?" *** "I'm sober!"
Suddenly a metal rod from the tent poked him in the face. "Ow!"
"The house," she began, but her voice cracked. "The man.."
"Somewhat.." *** "I'm chillll."
"I certainly do."
"You know now, huh?" *** "Yyyyeesssss."
She wrapped arm around him to support him. "I-I had to get a doctor.. You're hurt. I'm sorry."
