Heshiftedhisstance,blogthewindsoitwouldn''''''''ttoher.Itwasself-studytime;allstudentsweresupposedtobeintheirs.
Madeline''''''''sheaddropped.Shestaredatthetipsofhershoes,shouldersrisingandfallingwithonedeepbreath,andforalongmomentshesaidnothing.Thenhervoiceslippedout,barelyaudible:
"Thetwopeopleyoumentionedearlier...weretheytheoneswho...didbadthingstoyounggirls?Whatdidtheydo?"
Juated.Byprinciple,hecouldn''''''''ttellhertoomuch.Buthedidn''''''''twaotinuelivinginfear,stantlywwhenthosetwomonsterswouldreturohell.
Soheanswered,"Don''''''''tworry.They''''''''thurtanygirlsanymore."
Madeline''''''''sheadsnappedup,eyeslogontohimwithsuddeybeforedroppingagain,herlipsmovinginamurmur:
"Howcouldthatbe?"
Jun''''''''sbrowsdrewtogether.
Mostvictimsfeltsomereliefwhenassuredthethreatwasgoshedidn''''''''tlookrelieved—shelookedalmostdissatisfied,liketheanswerhadn''''''''tmatchedwhatshealreadybelieved.
Juninterpretedthisasherbeingthteobelieveshewastrulyfree.Hedidn''''''''tthinkmuchofit.
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Theferenbrimmedwithtension,everyfacemarkedbyafurrowedbrow.
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