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Daisy’s cold eyes stared fixedly at the screen showing her the last moments of her sister’s life. Scout wasn’t even sure if she knew what she was seeing. Her expression never changed, but she never looked away.
What was she thinking? Why didn’t she look at Scout even once?
Scout backed away, step by step, until she stood between the nook her dogs were hiding in and the rest of the room.
Gert looked up as she heard herself growling fiercely on the playback. Scout flinched at Clementine’s shriek of rage and pain, then turned her face away as the version of her from the past begged Clementine not to shoot her dog.
“Please, Clementine. It’s just a dog.”
Scout looked to Daisy one last time. If there were any lingering doubt, Scout saying her sister’s name would surely have killed it.
