I had enough problems without self-doubt creeping in. I think with the two of them pulling and me pushing, we might have made it, but Nathaniel's bloody arm was next to Damian's face. Up into the part of the house where the drapes were open and the morning light streamed in. I heard different yelling over the high-pitched screams.
I wasn't getting the memory, just his reaction to it. Micah was staring straight ahead, as if, if he didn't look, it would all just go away. I could still taste Avery. His voice was deeper than his chest was wide.
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