Glancing in Sid’s direction, I noted his furrowed brows and the etched look of worry that was on his face. He observed Mica watching for even the slightest hint of movement. Mica continued like a motionless statue, stiff and unmoving except for the small rise and fall of her chest from breathing and an occasional blink of her eyes.
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