I turned my head enough to see his face. Brownie points for me. Micah looked at me, and even through the dark glasses, I could picture the look. I had a moment of panic, then I relaxed into it.
It stopped him for a moment, too. And what he said was not what it felt like in my head, or on my skin, or deeper in my body. I'm here, Anita. He needed a door.
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