"It's not so bad, being alone," she says. There hadn't been a Shiloh to break her, but then, Lady had maybe already been broken. She'd always wanted to believe she was special, inimitable, and Melany had fed right into that. Now she knows it for what it was, sometimes. "You should come over before school and help me with it," she tells Thorne. The loose locks of her hair pool over the bench seat around her, like some kind of molten flood.
She grins. "I dunno," she says. "So you've found yourself stuck."
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