Sixty-Six. Rune

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RUNE

RUNE FELT LIKE HER heart was made of clay, and someone had smashed it into a thousand pieces.

She understood why Gideon had refused her. Of course she did. But it didn’t make her feel any less broken.

Put it behind you, she told herself as she rode Lady away from the hot spring. You’re leaving. He’s staying. That’s the end of it.

Her train departed this evening. Bess had bought her the ticket. She would be gone by sunset.

If she wanted to get to the station in time, she’d have to leave soon.

Rune needed to change into fresh clothes and retrieve her train ticket. She hurried to her bedroom, passing Abbie on the stairs. Recognizing Rune, the girl stopped and turned. As if to say something.

Rune rushed past. She didn’t want to face Gideon’s old sweetheart—a girl who was now very much free to win him back.

She ran faster up the stairs.

Rune couldn’t bear to stay here a moment longer.

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