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The blonde was standing now, dusting off her jeans, adjusting the sleeves of her baby blue sweater before reaching for her fallen bicycle. She had a case on her back, some kind of instrument, large and well-worn, strapped securely in place.
She placed her bike upright, pushing down the gear to keep it standing, then reached up and removed her helmet.The world tilted.
Wednesday’s breath caught, something sharp catching in her throat.
Because the moment that helmet came off, she saw her.
Saw her face.
And it was impossible.Small features, bright, wide set blue eyes, long full lashes, a delicate little nose, soft, rosy lips, rosy cheeks
And that gaze.That warmth, that unshakable light that seemed to exist in direct defiance of everything dark in the world.
Enid. No. Not Enid.
It couldn’t be.Enid Sinclair had been gone for eleven years.
And yet
Wednesday felt her standing there.