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Her face falls at the realization that she does have to leave. Then she rushes down the steps, hugs Pane around his middle before releasing him and hugging me.
“Please send me a piggycorn for Christmas.”
“I’ll do my best,” I whisper.
Then she breaks free and races back up. I look over to find Sylvia staring at me with contempt burned onto her face.
She laboriously drags her gaze from me to her son. “I’ll see you in a few weeks, Pane.”
“Bye, Mom.”
“Bye,” she says with a smile. Then she turns to me. “Rowe.”
That’s all the goodbye I get from Sylvia Maddox before she disappears into the jet.
