[When she steps inside, Abigail feels like she's crossed a threshold. Like there's no going back. Like only details need be finalized now. It doesn't matter that she's frightened, so much so that her fingers are cold from the second knuckle: it doesn't matter. She'll get past it.]
[She can't sit, though. She stands, back to the wall, and looks just past Elena to a spot on the wall just like every other spot.]
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[She can't sit, though. She stands, back to the wall, and looks just past Elena to a spot on the wall just like every other spot.]
I think Arkin might not even punish you.