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And Deacon Carver had taken it, all of uilt, and thrown it in my face

Fast, little footsteps sounded down the hallways, headed in my direction

I quickly swiped at another tear that fell free, and blew out a slow, cal away from the door I turned just in ti rooed with black streaks

"Look, Mommy! Now I’m like Deaton and Uncle J!"

My stomach clenched, but et a better look at his charcoal-covered face "Wow, look at you! Is Uncle J drawing?"

He nodded enthusiastically, then began squiro show Deaton!"

"Uh" I sucked in air through ht now, buddy? He’s busy, reed froer

"What do you think?" Jagger asked, beaes on his jaw, and his hands were stained the same

Only difference was Jagger created art to earn those stains, and Deacon was probably destroying my car out of spite

Before I could answer, Keith repeated, "I wanna go show Deaton!"

I hesitated before letting him down "Okaybut only for a second!" I added on quickly "He’s busy"

"All right!" Keith shouted, and rushed out of the building

I didn’t realize I was staring at the closed door, chewing on my bottom lip until Grey bumped my shoulder with hers

"You look red, you okay?"

"Huh?" I said quickly, and turned to look at her and a sleepy Aly

"I said you’re red Are you okay?"

I tilted er when he ca day" At least it wasn’t a lie

Grey’s calculating eyes roaer spoke before she could

"What’d Deacon say?"