Effie clutched the book to her chest. She reached up and scratched her ribbon and patted her wig into place. Everything felt too tight, especially around her chest. And that frown of his...
Oh, God. What had she done?!
"I should get back," she said, a little too quickly, a little too loudly. Her eyes pricked. Her throat felt like it was burning. "Before I'm missed."
Jack might be missing her at this very moment. If you tell yourself something enough, you start believing it.
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Effie clutched the book to her chest. She reached up and scratched her ribbon and patted her wig into place. Everything felt too tight, especially around her chest. And that frown of his...
Oh, God. What had she done?!
"I should get back," she said, a little too quickly, a little too loudly. Her eyes pricked. Her throat felt like it was burning. "Before I'm missed."
Jack might be missing her at this very moment. If you tell yourself something enough, you start believing it.