Ella smiled believably, and she nodded, and she gave James a quick, fast hug before climbing out of the cab and paying the driver. The blood on her face had dried, and she wanted to lock herself somewhere safe and hide. She thought of the dumbwaiter as she left the cab and James behind, her feet speeding up with each step.
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