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An unfamiliar kindness.
Emilee glanced at Connor’s unmoving bundle on the top landing outside the apartment building. Before doing up her own, she kneeled and buttoned up her daughter’s jacket. She scooped the girl into her arms, ignored her throbbing ankle, and set off at a steady, limping pace, following the halos of light down the street.
A final glance at the entrance confirmed the huddled figure had started to move. She increased her strides. With each lamppost they could reach, their escape, their disappearance into the white nothingness, became more certain.
She had not given any thought about where to go, as long as it was away. She heard the vehicle approach long before its headlights sliced two blinding ivory columns ahead of it into the white darkness. I have to wave it d
