68. Splitting up
Estelle I couldn’t shake this ominous feeling, even as I wrapped myself up in Leighton arms it wouldn’t leave. I could feel his body, tightly coiled like a spring, relax slightly as I nestled my head against his chest. Even the steady drum of his heart couldn’t lull me out of my worry. It was immense, the pressure of leading so many into a battle that was so important. A battle I chose for them, so I could have him, and dictate my own life. I might have dressed it up like we were reading the world of a tyrant but would they have cared if to help if Leighton hadn’t followed me here and I set us on this course. I squeezed Leighton tight, like I could squash out the feelings of blame. I needed to trust the plan would work but I knew so many things could go wrong. Iris was quietly sitt
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