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Kristi walked heavily back down the stairs and slumped into a hard-backed chair by the empty grate. She pointed her wand to light a fire and merely sat, staring into the flames. What did he want her to say to him? That she was angry? That she wished her father hadn't been locked up? Wasn't it obvious that she would be feeling those emotions? Why was it that people thought you needed to share what you were feeling with others? She sighed and wrenched her gaze from the fire to look over at the shelves of books. If only there was some way...
She shook her head and got up. Being down here wasn't helping at all. She was getting delusional, thinking there was anything she could do to get him out this time (not that she had been able to do anything last time, either). Kristi started ascending the stairs and wondered if Nick might be right, maybe she did need to talk to someone. She emerged at the top of the staircase and decided to boil some tea while she considered the benefits of baring her soul. She had done it once with Darrin and it hadn't been that terrible. She even had to admit that she had felt better, at least for a little while, though having him hold her while they lay in bed hadn't hurt, either.
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