“Do you think we should be doing this?” Rider asked, turning only slightly towards the older man to his right.
“We don’t have a choice,” the other man replied, keeping his voice equally low.
Staring at the girl facing him, Rider’s pulse quickened. Watching her dab at her eyes and occasionally wipe under her nose, he knew her pain. “It doesn’t feel right,” he ini=sisted, “Maybe we could-”
“No we can’t,” his father cut him off, his tone a bit gruff this time. “Until we get some answers, this is how it has to be.”
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