13. Goodbye
13 Goodbye “We’re here.” Emilia woke as Jacob whispered in her ear. She blinked at the noon sun pouring in through the car window. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. She had wanted to look at Rosalie. Even if Rosalie had refused to talk to Emilia, she wanted to study every black curl, and the face that looked so very much like her own. Even to hear her breathe or talk to Claire would be something. Anything to memorize just one more detail of her mother. But instead, she had slept, and now they were going to leave Rosalie behind. Emilia looked out the window, hiding her face as she wiped her tears on her shirtsleeve. The town could have been Fairfield. Quiet, pretty, perfect. But Aunt Iz couldn’t leave Rosalie there or anywhere else the Grays had ties to. So instead, they were going to du
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