[Robert looked at her hand and closed his other around it. He swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to hold her hand tight, grab her arm, and shake her. Try and tell her everything. Try and see if maybe she had the power to get them out of... whatever this was.
But if she was anything like DeWitt here, that would only end with nurses and guards restraining him, a hose of cold water, and very possibly another treatment of electricity.]
You're a bright girl, Elizabeth. You'll think of something.
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But if she was anything like DeWitt here, that would only end with nurses and guards restraining him, a hose of cold water, and very possibly another treatment of electricity.]
You're a bright girl, Elizabeth. You'll think of something.