Anne began to walk away, then turned back. Games, Father. To her dismay, she felt tears winding round her throat, betraying her. She wanted reassurance so desperately.
Someone in the garden. If this was the beginning of madness, she could not fight it with reason; she was too tired, too afraid. You don't mean it. Even if someone was nice to me, I was so nervous I couldn't think of a thing to say, and I would freeze them out or make some excuse to escape.
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