She tried to sound casual.
“Hear anything last night?”
Justin pushed down his hair. It sprung right back up.
“Nope. Slept like I was dead.”
They were just words, but Cedar hated them just the same...

Chapter Fourteen of Juncture is up… The deeps are stirring… Thank you for reading:)

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