The Catalyst
“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.”
“Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.”
“Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”
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