Amy's cheerful whistle died off as soon as she was Dom sitting on the front step of Agariste. She sat down next to him, dwarfed to a degree by his long legs that had been folded up, with his knees easily reaching his chin. She placed a hand on his leg and smiled awkwardly, hoping to encourage him to talk.
"Aunt Esme's sick." Dom bluntly stated, not
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