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Roxy led her to the van. Inside was chaos—gears, maps, feathers, broken radios, a jar of lightning bugs long dead, a photograph of two girls on a swing. Roxy pointed to the photo.
The third night, Bella didn’t bring tea. She brought her toolbelt. bella mur roxy sky
Bella looked at the photo. The two girls were laughing. One had dark, serious eyes—Roxy. The other had wild, pale hair and arms spread wide, as if at any moment she’d lift off the swing and keep going. Roxy led her to the van
“Show me,” she said.