SERAPHINAThree days later, Herrera came back.The moment she stepped through the front door, I could tell something was different. She wasn't carrying her usual cloth bundle of food or clean water. Her face was unusually pale, and her hands were trembling so violently against her dress that she had to press them against her sides to hide it.She was trying so desperately to hide it, but I could see it.Lance was in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables on the wooden counter. He barely looked up when she walked in."Make yourself at home, Herrera," he called out casually. "I'll be done here in a few minutes."Herrera gave a quick nod, then turned and walked straight down the hallway toward my room. She slipped inside and closed the door almost all the way, leaving only a small crack.She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a tiny, dark brown glass bottle no larger than my thumb. "I got it," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper in the small room. My heart di
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