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... art pounding in her chest.
Every eye was now locked on her while her fork was still in the air with a piece of food stuck to its end.
She didn’t need a prophecy to tell her now that Lorena Sanders’ father had done something to these people. It was now glaring.
She remained still. She couldn’t move. Heck, she couldn’t even breathe. It felt like any sound she made, any little movement at all, was going to be used as proof of whatever they thought she was guilty of.
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