I did not want to know her. I wanted to wake up back in the dollhouse and start all over again. Or better yet, to wipe everything about this place from my memory.
But none of that mattered anymore.
“I like your t-shirt,” I told her.
She smiled at me. It was a relief to realize she couldn’t talk yet. But when she gave me a little wave and turned to go with the dogs, I knew what she was saying.
The girl in the cage would be coming to see me again soon.
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