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The Ryder mansion isn’t far from my new home, so Lincoln and I decide to walk through their hedgerow maze. Here’s where Lincoln and I shared some of our first kisses, so the place has lots of good mojo.
And with the stuff I have to discuss, I need all the positive mojo I can get.
It’s a pleasant night, Purgatory-wise. The sky is gray, as always, but it hasn’t rained in a few days, so the ground of the maze is dry and soft. We hold hands and stroll through the familiar paths. Funny how our feet take a direct route to the fountain at the maze’s center. I suppose our kiss there is one of those things that stick with you.
We step along quietly for a time, and then Lincoln breaks the silence. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Saying those things to Father. It means a lot to me, Myla. I suppose
