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Florence blinks and looks around, wide-eyed. The last thing she remembers is watching Anatoly leave for good, feeling her heart ache more with every step he took.
And her father. Was he even alive?
Now she's in an unfamiliar place and doesn't see anyone she knows. What a perfect end to a perfect day.
"Hello?"
And her father. Was he even alive?
Now she's in an unfamiliar place and doesn't see anyone she knows. What a perfect end to a perfect day.
"Hello?"