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Gabriel. What then? Did Alicia confide in someone else? I needed to know.
I had a sudden image of myself as a child. A little boy close to bursting with anxiety, holding in all
my terrors, all my pain; pacing endlessly, restless, scared; alone with the fears of my crazy father. No one to tell. No one who’d listen. Alicia must have felt similarly desperate, or she’d never have confided in Barbie.
I shivered—and sensed a pair of eyes on the back of my head.
I spun around—but no one was there. I was alone. The street was empty, shadowy, and silent.
