Abby bit her lip and repeated herself. “We have to explain things to her. And then, if it’s not what she wants…”
“Do you think we could find her a way home?”
“It’s not like we can find our own way home – or even out.”
The first came from one Liv, the second from the other. They were starting to sound identical. Which, Abby supposed, made a certain amount of sense.”
“She has to know.” Abby sighed. “I think we might need her, but we can’t just, well, force her to come along.”
It was too late already for that, she knew. And if Vic-French could help them defeat the mall…
Still, she should have said something two malls ago and she was going to make sure she said something now. She turned onto a new bridge and made her way, step by careful step, over to the edge of the mall, such as it was.
It took longer than it ought to have to get to the “store,” which happened to be, from the looks of things, some sort of tunic and … leggings? maybe? store. There were only a few pieces of clothing left, hanging from wires or dropped on the floor.
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