Mr.Cartwright I was worried about her. The stuff she was watching, the stuff I could not protect her from. She was strong, that I had no doubt about. You had to be strong after goung through what she had gone through. But AnnaLeigh, she was a warrior. The way she handled everything, the way she was so focused on making sure the battle succeeded that didnt bother checking in with herself. So that was why I did. We were watching the bastard flirt his way along with Alice, the young woman who had agreed to help, when I cast a glance a glance at AnnaLeigh. She was pale as a ghost, her eyes wider than I have ever seen them. She was not moving, was not blinking. So I helped her into a chair at the table, somewhere she would still have a direct line of vison to the screens. I knew she would put
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