Cecie’s name rolled softly off the boss lady’s tongue like a secret:

“This one’s Cecie,” she said, tilting her head toward the far corner.

Linsy followed the gesture, her eyes finding a girl who seemed almost to fold into herself. Cecie had a waterfall of dark hair that hung loose over her shoulders, her posture drawn in as though she were trying to make herself smaller. She was thin, almost fragile-looking, with a softness that suggested someone unaccustomed to the sharp edges of ...