“Ten.”
At the sound of her name, the girl tightened her grip on him. The sleeve of her jacket shifted just enough for me to notice faint bruising along her wrist. She kept her eyes lowered, as if she had learned that looking around too much could invite danger.
Earl stepped closer, his voice calm. “Where are your parents?”
Noah swallowed. “Our mom passed away two years ago. Our stepdad… isn’t someone you’d want to meet.”
The simplicity of that sentence said everything it needed to.
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