Apologizing makes you sound weak, and from the look on Peter's face Donna needed all the strength she could get. Choose, the priest said. The smile faded, leaving his eyes the color of winter skies and just as pitiless. I turned slowly to look at the other monitor.
If they ever met, they'd look like light and dark versions of each other. Can you undo your hair? Why? He sounded suspicious, and I didn't blame him. I met his angry eyes. I kept my gaze on the far wall.
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