I shook my head. I wasn't mad, I just wasn't sure what to say. The three of us stepped into the foyer, or whatever you call an open space with an empty display case and a little desklike area. It was like I'd been holding my breath, tight, so tight, and finally I could let it out, let it all out, and relax.
Light washed over me, then dimmed, as my eyes adjusted. Most of the time he is right, but my voice wasn't angry. He leaned his forehead against mine and said a heartfelt, Shit. I'd learned long ago to control it enough so I didn't raise the dead by accident.
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