Not horror, not pity, just my attention. Not all, but most. Second, I had only one boyfriend in the other room, not two. His face was darkening with his effort not to explode.
I got the big equipment bag from the living room, but Micah begged me to just put it in the bedroom with us instead of putting everything into their various gun safes. I started to fling the end of his braid back at him, but stopped myself. He gave me a faint smile. Micah or Nathaniel had waited up.
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