What could be worse? And yet, logically, the tension between her aunt and father was unlikely to have been about Karl. Just standing there, leering at them. In fact I'm going to make sure you do. Why are you frightened? she cried, shaking the grille.
But that was exactly how she felt. Instead of muttering an excuse and fleeing, as she would once have done, she came and leaned on the bench beside him. The laboratory smell that clung to his clothes brought a cluster of memories and emotions into her throat. Although she had suspected, hearing him say it still horrified her.
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