In the Twisted Web | 
“Looks like you‘re going to London after all,” Mama said.
Caitlin‘s mouth went dry, and her heart thudded like a bass drum in her chest. The young man she knew only by sight had arrived quietly, and now he wordlessly began to walk along a stretch of overgrown green lawn. For the rest of her life, Caitlin would associate the green smell of cut grass with the fresh terror of having to become who she was meant to be.
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