Abby didn’t think her mouth could get any dryer, her throat and more choked, but that phrase – that idea – where the one who’s killing the Abbies is – made her feel like her mouth was full of sand.
She tried to clear her throat and found herself coughing instead. Liv fumbled in her bag until she managed to press a water bottle into Abby’s hands. “Here, here. Why didn’t you – here, drink.”
Abby sipped the water slowly. “Yes – thank you, Liv.” She sipped more. “I want to find the Abby that’s killing the rest of us.”
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