Chapter 100: 100
Lori shifts in her chair. You feel her bones strain under your skin, too close to the surface, almost about to puncture it.
Has she been starving? Or starving herself?
"How is my darling Selena?" she asks, as if wanting to direct the flow of your thoughts. She inflects the word "darling" in a way that sounds possessive and double-edged.
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