Alice froze.
Leave? How was she meant to leave when she'd become so convinced that this was Sloane sitting before her? Merlin, she hadn't even healed her wrist or ankle yet. She couldn't leave.
And yet, there were hands gently but firmly pulling Alice from the room before she could even formulate a goodbye. That was Sloane. It had to be.
It wasn't until Alice was on the street that she realized the tears streaming down her cheeks. Whether they were from relief or fear though, she didn't know. Merlin, how was she ever going to prove this? How was she ever going to convince the Bixby's that their daughter was alive?
She had to come up with a plan. But first, she had to reach out to her friends.
Leave? How was she meant to leave when she'd become so convinced that this was Sloane sitting before her? Merlin, she hadn't even healed her wrist or ankle yet. She couldn't leave.
And yet, there were hands gently but firmly pulling Alice from the room before she could even formulate a goodbye. That was Sloane. It had to be.
It wasn't until Alice was on the street that she realized the tears streaming down her cheeks. Whether they were from relief or fear though, she didn't know. Merlin, how was she ever going to prove this? How was she ever going to convince the Bixby's that their daughter was alive?
She had to come up with a plan. But first, she had to reach out to her friends.
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