Chapter Seventy-Two
Beckham The door slams open, and Sienna storms into the cabin without knocking. "The Director wants to see you," she says, so suddenly and forcibly that Ashley drops her sketchpad on the floor. I bend down to retrieve it for her. The creamy paper is covered in charcoal smudges and jagged black lines, the vague outline of a girl's face taking shape in the whirlwind of black. I conjure up her name almost effortlessly: Nina. I've heard Ashley speaking her name in her sleep. Ashley rarely talks about Nina with me, but when she brings her up during Sharing Circle, her whole face lights up like it's been hit by a ray of sun. My fingers are trembling as I hand Ashley the sketchbook. "I'm sorry," I say hoarsely, but I'm not exactly sure what I'm apologizing for. "She's beautiful." Ashley smil
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