Darkmoon, Chapter 1: Exile
When Sydney entered the train station, she took one look at my face and pulled me into a hug, her embrace as fierce as it was unexpected. Without saying anything, she picked up my suitcase, while I grabbed my purse and duffle bag from the bench where I’d been sitting. In silence we left the building, heading to where she’d parked her Focus in the small lot just outside. It wasn’t until we were out of downtown and back on the freeway that she finally said, “You want to talk about it?”
All those unshed tears were still a logjam in my throat. I coughed, then shook my head and replied, “What’s to say?”
The headlights of an oncoming car shone on her face briefly before they flicked past. I could see the tight set to her mouth, the worry in her eyes. “Angela — ”
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