Six
“What do you mean, they took her?” Grace asked. The teacup in her hand began sliding forward, the saucer quaking in her grip. Heron seized it before it could be dropped.
“Officers came to her condo.”
“Which officers?”
“Lore and Celebrity.”
Her heart kicked in her chest. Lore and Celebrity had stalled the jailers so that she could escape. Had their opinions of her changed so quickly?
Heron seemed to read her mind. “I know how it looks, but I think they asked to bring her in so they could make sure she wasn’t mistreated.”
Mistreated. Oh god, Mom. She must be so confused, scared. She must be—
“I have to call her,” Grace said.
“No!” Heron and Orrin said in unison.
Grace reached out with her lenscape, pinging her mother, but was met with silence. The call didn’t go through.
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