Her cousin Dean’s voice was so hushed that Katie could barely hear him over the buzz of insects and the scrunch their sneakered feet made on the haphazard gravel track. He lengthened his stride as he spoke, and Katie had to stretch her legs as far as they would go to keep up. She shot a glance at his thin face and wondered why he looked anxious under the splotched mask of freckles that stood out against his fair skin, his mouth moving as if he was biting the insides of his cheeks. The faint shadows that lurked under his pale blue eyes like the hint of an impending thunderstorm seemed even darker than usual.
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