At last she stood outside her father's house. It's not fair to him. The scissors were still clutched in her left hand. Where is it? said David, wide-eyed.
Before she could say anything he stepped under the lintel and was gone. The only physical difference between them was the colour of their eyes; Stefan's cornflower-blue, Niklas's watered gold, unnervingly blank. Charlotte tried to cry out, could not make a sound. How dare I ask God to help me? It did not help that she had been here before.
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