“Jasmine, sweetie,” Angela said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Go upstairs, please, into mine and Meredith’s room. I want you to stay there until we come to get you, okay?”
“Wait, what?” I turned to her, an expression of shock and confusion painting my face. “I don’t understand, I want to know what’s going on.”
“This isn’t for you to hear,” Anabelle said, her face stony. “Do as your mother says.”
“I’m not a kid!” I argued “I…”
“You are a kid,” Meredith informed me. “and you need to do as you’re told now.”
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