Exile, Chapter 63

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"Yeah. I knew the moment you brought us home. Seriously, Foster, when are you going to realize you can't lie to an Empath?"

"I think I'm finally figuring that out. Not that it matters. You guys know all my darkest secrets now, don't you?"

"If you mean that you're secretly in love with me," Keefe said, plopping down beside her, "then yeah, everyone is well aware. And if you mean the stuff about your DNA, well . . . we heard Grady explaining that to Alden."

"Oh." She didn't have much more to say than that. Except, "Well, now you know how weird I am."

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"Whoa, are you crying?" Keefe asked, and she blushed as she tried to smear away her tears. "You're supposed to cry when bad things happen, Foster, not good things."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I do," Keefe said, taking her hand as Dex grabbed the other and Fitz and Biana each squeezed her shoulders. "Absolutely nothing."

Sophie smiled as she glanced up at the flickering lights in the sky, feeling nothing but calm and happiness as they flashed in her eyes.
"I hate to say this, Keefe, but I think you might be right."

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