Chapter Twenty Three
We sat side by side on the couch watching the news broadcast, Chase's hand still thread through mine. This time the camera panned out to people weeping in the streets, a mother clutched an infant to her breast and wailed, her sobs racking through her body. Another dark haired little girl sat in the streets weeping, rocking back and forth. A group of elderly men stood to the side, watching the commotion in the streets, their expressions grave. A door slammed loudly shut as another woman swept her children indoors. Further down the street a boy hung out the window, unfurling a long black sheet with a bright red feather pinned to it - as if in defiance. Chase squeezed my hand, as if bracing himself for what was coming. Sarah fidgeted nervously, as if she too knew that something realm ch
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