Sherri stepped back, wishing that she'd said something, anything, to keep Lotte from having to do something she so obviously hated. It was too late to do anything, even if she'd been able to think of a solid, inarguable reason why the death scene wouldn't work. Instead, she'd just have to watch and not say anything. At least she was good at that.
Hands clenched into loose fists at her sides, she fixed her eyes on the two on the stage.
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