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Angela was sitting in front of Elijah, chatting with their hands intertwined on the table, while I sat in my chair studying Hope. A question weighed on my mind as I observed the intrigued look on her face.
She was gazing out the window, mesmerized by everything she saw. I was glad she was coming with us. While she was certainly a little unique, I owed her my life, and I wanted to repay that debt. But I needed to know something.
“Hope?”
She turned to me, her eyes filled with curiosity, clearly eager to hear what I had to say.
“I was wondering if you might be able to help a friend of mine,” I said.
“Who?”
“Someone who is badly hurt,” I replied. “Just like you helped me.”
She seemed a bit apprehensive as I asked her this. I noticed that Angela and Elijah had turned their att
