with moldy bread.
I lifted her into my arms, and she weighed almost nothing. She was light as a bird, a fragile collection of bones wrapped in skin, so heartbreakingly light that I could feel every rib through the thin fabric of her clothes. “Oh God, Lily… oh God, sweetheart, what did they do to you? What did they do?”
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