Holly looked to Alexander when he placed a hand on her, but didn't say hello. Instead, one hand snaked its way out from under the cozy, fluffy throw blanket and pointed to the table. The papers. The pictures. They were tucked into an unassuming manila folder. That folder felt like it contained a bomb. One that could surely blow up her entire life.
What to do? What was there to do? She just pointed, her gaze distant, not focusing on anything in particular at all.
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