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Wish me luck. Hopefully it'll live up to what I put into place last week!
Liberty stood grimacing on my stairs, her chest heaving with effort. With each noisy breath, she became a little more solid, a little more real.
James was slowly inching toward me, whether for my protection or his, I couldn't tell. Liberty's eyes followed his movement for a moment before turning to me.
"Before all . . . this" she shrugged her shoulders, "before whatever this is, you know I used to admire you? Not very often, but every now and then, I really wished I could take a piece out of your life."
Her voice quavered and she looked away from me.
"Liberty, I'm sorry. I wish I had known. But this, it can't go on."
She smiled a little at me. The smile you give a child when they talk about Santa being real.
"You're right, it can't. Look at your hand, Elizabeth."
I heard James groan behind me as I turned my head. My hand was holding the towel on my cut, but for some reason the towel was slipping out of my grasp. For a moment, I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Then there it was.
I was looking through my hand at the towel. I jerked up to face Liberty.
She took a step onto the hallway floor, and it creaked under her.
Not quite where I had planned for this to go, but I think it's an interesting twist. What do you think? This episode was short and a bit talky, hopefully next week we'll get to some action.