inside of a locked car in July.

Emily lay on one side of the bed.

Her hair clung to her forehead.

Her shirt was soaked across the chest.

Her face looked gray in the early light.

One hand hung off the mattress, fingers curled into the sheet as if she had tried to pull herself up and failed.

Noah lay beside her in a dirty blanket.

His face was flushed red.

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