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... enched around the strap of her backpack as though, it might stop her from breaking down. Fidgeting doesn’t calm her down, but worsen the beads of sweat piling her forehead.
The silence is oppressive and it’s not just her new reality. It’s Sierra Castell.
She is seated beside Heidi like a queen on her throne, legs crossed just so, phone in one hand, sunglasses on her nose, and her white-blond hair in a high ponytail. She also hasn’t spoken since they left the Castell estate.
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