Kerosene
Libby POV Edmon left me alone again, and I pick at the food he brought. My hunger took over, but my mind won't stop. I don't believe him. I don't want to believe him. He doesn't know Morgan like I do. The hours locked in this room with nothing to do are eating at me. I don't even know for sure how long I have been here. The boy comes back, and I seize my moment, getting up and blocking the door. "Look at me, boy; tell me your name." I'm looking him dead in the eyes, and he swallows hard, shaking his head. I press harder, doing what I promised I never would, making him tell me everything. It didn't work on Edmond when I tried, but this boy has to be an easier target than Edmond. "I won't hurt you. I only want you to talk to me. Tell me your name." I try more gently; his eyes soften, and
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