It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. He'd never forgive you.
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