Macy hurried from shadow to shadow, her thin shawl drawn low over her arms and the package she was cradling. She crept up the stairs, and tapped on the door. It opened a crack, then wider when Nick saw it was her. "Come in, quick."
Macy licked dry lips. "How bad?"
Nick's features were pale and drawn. Instead of answering, he pointed to the bed drawn
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