who was home.
“He can stay in the shed,” Zainab said to Yusha, her voice devoid of malice, filled only with a cold, clear mercy. “Feed him. Give him a blanket. Treat him with the kindness he never gave us.”
She turned back toward the house, her hand finding Yusha’s with unerring accuracy.
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