Maybe in a day or two, Richard's appearance will filter through enough to raise some questions.
However, at the moment, Derrica has bigger things on her mind. Her hair is half-braided, someone's handiwork coming apart as she spins to Richard. The momentum, all that banging, comes round to catch hold of his arm. Her fingers clutch over the bundle of his coat, cushioning her vise of her grip.
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Date: 2022-02-07 02:42 am (UTC)However, at the moment, Derrica has bigger things on her mind. Her hair is half-braided, someone's handiwork coming apart as she spins to Richard. The momentum, all that banging, comes round to catch hold of his arm. Her fingers clutch over the bundle of his coat, cushioning her vise of her grip.
Her eyes are wet.
"Holden," she says first, and chokes on a sob.