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"merry christmas, irene," laura says, pushing her friend's shoulder on the bottom bunk of their gallagher dorm. auburn hair cascades over her shoulders like a curtain as she peers down at the blonde. she feels like she's already been waiting hours for irene to wake up, but realistically it's only been about thirty minutes.
irene huffs, eyelashes fluttering as she wakes. she pushes blonde locks out of her face, meeting laura's eyes with a bit of a glare, "you have a clinical aversion to sleeping in, don't you?" she sighs, rolling over on her bed so she's facing the opposite direction toward the wall. "i'm not getting up."
"come on," laura shakes her shoulder again, "they're making pancakes in the dining hall – and it's our first and probably ONLY christmas together, we're never on campus. we should make the most of it," she points out, because sometimes it feels like the only thing irene gets out of bed for is studying or class, but it's a warm day out and she wants to spend the day with her friend. "did you fall back asleep?"
"no. i know you won't let me," she huffs. that brings a satisfied smile to laura's lips as she beams: "you're right. i won't."
there are a lack of things that bring any sense of normalcy into their lives, of course, both with families entrenched in espionage and futures full of high speed car chases and the muddled difficulty of managing higher education (laura's passion will be the latter) but pulling on her robe on christmas morning and heading to the dining hall with the rest of the girls at gallagher is perhaps one thing that makes her feel like a REGULAR girl for a minute. all the girls unable to go home for the break this year (which is more than usual, considering how early boot camp has fallen) light up the dining hall with chatter as they pass the food around, laughing. irene catches laura's eye across the table and beams, "thanks for getting me out of bed this morning."
and laura won't resist the urge to utter an 'i told you so.'
christmas 2020.
"hey, get up," irene whispers, fingertips drumming lightly on laura's cheek, pushing a lock of familiar auburn hair out of her girlfriend's face. "it's christmas." she watches as laura wakes slowly, the way the first expression on her features is a smile when her eyes meet irene's – until her eyes widen in slight panic.
"oh, god. what time is it?" she asks, prompting irene to laugh.
"we have plenty of time, don't worry. it's only nine," she tells her gently, and when their fingers interlock, irene brings their hands to her lips so she can kiss laura's knuckles. she knows today is harder, more anxiety inducing for laura than her – after all, tilly and maddox don't really have any expectations of her, who irene chooses to date is her business, but val and kass knew their father. they've grown up with their mother...accepting that she's moved on might not be quite as easy.
"i hardly slept," laura admits with a sheepish smile, but irene already figured as much. it's not like laura to sleep in, it never has been. she feels a little guilty about waking her up, but knew she'd want the time.
"if you want to stay in bed, i can make breakfast," irene says, leaning over to lightly peck laura's lips, already knowing that laura will decline even before she does it herself.
"no, i want to help," she insists, sitting up with a groan, glancing down over her shoulder at irene, who will still be the last one out of bed, despite waking up first. "i'm excited about today, just so you know. i've been quiet about it, but...it's a good thing." just those words quickly soothe irene's fears, that she's intruding or pushing things too fast, and she breaks into a smile and nods, rolling out of bed. "i know," irene says, and for someone that has spent of her life on her own without anyone to spend christmas with, she has never been able to imagine herself waking up to a family like this. she pulls on her robe as laura trods into the kitchen, pausing in the doorframe only for a moment.
you’ve known enough heartbreak to last a lifetime, and you figure that this is your destiny. the work you do makes everything worth it.
maddox & tilly.
you never understood why your parents had children. your mother was cold and aloof most of the time, not hateful, just disinterested. and your father, well, he loved kids. when he came home, he'd lift you up into his arms and spin you around, walk around the house with you on one shoulder and your brother on the other. but he was hardly ever around, so it didn't matter much. you always told yourself that if you had kids, they would surely know that you wanted them. you wouldn't ignore them, and you wouldn't disappear. but it's easy to make promises when you're nine and it's harder to keep them once you turn twenty-three and you're holding a pregnancy test in shaking hands.
when maddox and tilly leave for summer vacation at gallagher, you promise to keep in touch. your emails are short and terse, but that's just how you communicate. they're mundane updates at first, evenings under the virginia sky with laura, catching up with your god-daughters and their friends, but it doesn't take much time before communication becomes even more vague.
tilly – i'm taking another job. i can't say much about it, it's highly confidential, but i'm working with people i trust. i'll be safe, talk soon. hope you're having a nice vacation – look after maddox, of course :) not that i need to tell you that.
elise.
when roman calls you, it'd be a lie to say that you weren't expecting it. after all, you told him you had a hunch it wasn't over and your hunches tend to be more right than wrong. you just didn't expect that he'd pull you into it. you're not exactly the best of friends. but the second he says elise's name, you can feel yourself falling prey to the weakness of caring. "i'm coming to d.c.," is all you say, he doesn't even need to ask. and then you're there within the hour.
elise has been under interrogation all day by the time you step into the room. she looks exhausted, more than you've ever seen her, and it's not like elise park to be seen with split ends. you hate how it humanizes her after what she did, and you hate the brotherhood more than ever. after all, it seems like everyone you love gets swept up in it, and it's starting to feel personal.
"th—they have him, irene. i dont know how true but they have him and i dont—i dont know what to do."
in a way, it should feel good to see her cry. elise betrayed you, sold you out to the brotherhood, supported the murder of your children. she should rot for that. but you also knows what it's like to grasp at straws for a second chance at what you've lost. "don't do that," you say, "you're better than this." you reach across the table for elise's hand, leaning forward and looking her in the eye. "i'll tell you what you do. you get revenge. you fucking pull yourself together and you turn it around on those motherfuckers that took him from you. because you can still save him." your eyebrow arches slightly, "why else would i be here?"
roman.
and so, it begins. you spend the rest of the summer searching for clues, attempting to take down the brotherhood and restore what was lost. you spend hours sitting over the desk with roman, going over his notes as he briefs you, jack, and naomi on what's next for the mission. he's a good planner and you come to respect him for it. you don't sleep well, it's rare, and you spend a lot of nights perched in a chair beside him, trying to be helpful – although it usually results in more sarcasm than genuine agreement. but he makes you laugh, too, and you come to admire and respect him as the leader of this haphazard group of misfits. somewhere in those late nights, you figure any information about the brotherhood could help the case, so between glasses of expensive whiskey, you tell roman all about your dad. all about miles, and with that comes maddox and tilly and everything you did to run and hide.
"i'm no better than elise in some ways," you admit, "i knew so much, but when i discovered the truth about miles, i ran. i hid, and i didn't say anything to anyone. i had two kids to take care of and i prioritized myself, and even now...i'm not sure i did the right thing. if i'd said something, maybe i could've stopped it all. so, this is my second chance, too."
naomi.
you probably shouldn't have stayed up so late, because you and naomi have an early morning together. when you make your way into the warehouse to recover documents, you're off your game. your head's in the clouds, thinking about tilly and maddox and how as long as this goes on, they're not safe. after all, this mission, this case is extremely personal. you're pulled out of your thoughts as a shot whizzes by your head.
"got you," noami grins cheekily as the perp stumbles backward. "now, you get my back," she says, rushing forward. your eyes widen because you're not used to taking orders from a kid, but considering she's just saved your life, she's probably earned it, so you push your thoughts back out of your mind and use your energy to make sure that you have her back the rest of the way. there's growing admiration for her as you allow her to take the lead, a sense of pride and you feel lucky to mentor this young woman. you can see how she loves the work she's doing and all you can hope is that she never, ever becomes as jaded as you are. you'd love this field infinitely more if you could work with women like her all the time.
jack.
it was supposed to be goodbye. you can remember looking up at his eyes, trying to remember his face like it would be the last time, but here he is again – sturdy as ever, and unmoving presence in every single chapter of your life. perhaps you should give up trying to shake him, it's starting to seem futile. so, you just flash him a wry smile as the two of you both silently recognize the irony in this. "hello, jack," you greet rather cheekily, plucking the file in his hands from his grasp with a glint in your eye as you get to work.
about a month out, you follow a lead together in brussels, attempting to check out a shipment in edward atkins name. as you're running together on the dock, he catches your eye. "go on, i'll cover you," he insists. you charge forward and duck behind some cargo, meeting his eyes for a moment. there's no time for either of you to say it out loud, but it's apparent: we make a pretty good team after all, is what you think, because once you put your differences aside, you know that jack is someone you can rely on, that he's a good agent, and that your strengths play pretty well into each other's. maybe gallagher was onto something when they paired you with him all those years ago. even though you're not nineteen any more, sometimes he makes you feel like it.
when you get to the hotel room, you half expect him to try something ( or you hope? it's been a while since you've gotten laid, after all. ) but he doesn't. he's a perfect gentleman, he doesn't even fight you for the bed, wordlessly taking the couch. "night jack," you say before rolling over onto your side. and it's the first good sleep you've had in a while, and when you wake up well-rested you realize that like it or not, you trust jack stone. you can sleep peacefully when he's around, because you know he's not a threat. he's a friend.
during the final mission, you can tell something's wrong. you do the math quickly, and there's something off about the sound of the three shots, and though you doesn't know for sure, there's a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. but you don’t argue with jack when he says that he's fine, because the mission is always more important. and you knows that jack would agree with you. so, you don't even react when you see the blood on his shirt back at headquarters, your lip doesn't tremble as he collapses to the ground. you have lost so many people over the years, this is hardly the first casualty you've seen on a mission. but this feels different somehow.
"can you forgive me?" jack asks as your hand slips into his.
"of course. i never once hated you jack, even when i wanted to." and you always thought you would be stubborn, but you're glad that you get to tell him that before his entire world goes black.
laura.
it's funny to attend a wedding and a funeral so close together. but seeing elise and tristan together feels like closure. after all, you can remember when they met, bright-eyed and constantly smiling, stealing glances at each other from across the room. at their wedding, you notice that they still look at each other like that. and that's in part because of what jack did. when you stand there at his grave, you wish that it could all be a ruse – it's like instant karma that he spent the past five years thinking you were dead. and now it's him, six feet under instead. you look up at the sky and roll your eyes, mostly at god for whatever cruel joke he's playing – but if jack can see you, then that's just as well.
you're back in laura's apartment where you started the summer, an old fashioned in the palm of your hand as you lean up against the kitchen counter, rehashing any of the details that you're allowed to tell her. "i just don't know what to do next," you say. "and i know if i dive back into my work, i'm just...i'm going to lose touch with them," you sigh, referring to maddox and tilly. "but maybe it's for the best. i always seem to find my way into dangerous shit like this."
"what if you didn't?" laura asks, looking up at you with a knowing smirk that you've seen one too many times before, and it reminds you of being eighteen years old and breaking into all of gallagher's secret passages. granted, you were both escorted back to your rooms after getting caught, but you would spend the rest of the night laughing and talking. you made fast partners in crime for the rest of your years at gallagher and beyond. she’s the one person you trust more than anyone in the world. and that’s a bit more important than love, at least to you.
"don't look at me like that," you laugh, waving your hand dismissively, "just tell me what you mean."
"there's an opening in the protection and enforcement department, if you want. you could stay here, teach a couple classes. get to know your kids a bit better," laura offers.
"don't sugarcoat it, you just want to hang out with me," you tease, "i've been living here long enough to know that you don't have any other friends."
"watch it, i'll rescind the offer."
but before laura even asked, she knew that you would accept. she's funny like that, she knows you better than you know yourself. and you think of what jack said to you the night before you packed your things and left the sixth floor: you've got a second chance here, don't waste it.
and you look across the room at your friend who's pouring you another drink and you shake your head dismissively. i won't.
irene will be an npc at gallagher academy in the fall ! she’s quit her work at the CIA and is now a teacher on the protection and enforcement track. she’s hoping to use this opportunity to get to know her kids better and...she definitely got the experience to impart some wisdom.
are irene bradford and laura sutton endgame ? maybe. i think they’re in love and that’s why irene has never let any of the men in her life in completely but that’s none of my business.
“gallagher does have high standards…” supposedly. she trails off, because, for one thing, people were murdered on campus this year, by someone president sutton invited into her school, which does not look great! and though tilly is a good student, she’s not sure that’ll translate into being a good spy. “but the same is true in reverse. right? if i do poorly, they’ll remember, and it’ll count against me.” tilly has never failed at anything before and she’s just afraid this will be the first time she truly doesn’t know how to succeed. “i hope so…but i always assumed that specializations are nice, but really you should be good at everything. honestly, i’d rather shoot something than be asked to seduce someone.” tilly has done very little weapons training and even less flirtation and seduction. “that’s why i was wondering…i think it would probably be better coming from me. but maybe if he hears it from you directly he’ll believe it more. okay, um…thank you.”
– “THAT’S TRUE, SO...PERHAPS JUST DON’T DO POORLY,” IRENE SAYS, which is probably horrible advice, but it’s the kind that she tends to give herself ( and the kind that her own mother used to give to her. ) “ it’s true, not all spy training includes specializations like these, gallagher just gives you the chance to work hard at a specific skill. but you should be able to do it all, that’s what gen eds are for... ” irene snorts at tilly’s statement, because it’s funny how you can feel like you know a person that you’ve just met, “ well, hopefully it doesn’t come down to that. i don’t think you’d be surprised to know how useful seduction can be – it’s more about charisma than anything. ” she nods, “ no, i’ll...i think i should do it. it just seems more fair to him that way, but of course, if he changes his mind, that’s fine too. and, um. not that you need this, but...i want you to know that i am really proud. not that i had any hand in raising you, but knowing all you’ve accomplished and the sort of person you are...i'm happy to know you now, in any capacity. ”
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Roman Gray gets himself on the case surrounding Elise Park, and quickly finds himself wanting to help his friend. With the help of Jack, Naomi, and Irene, the team work to save her.
“it is still a spy organization. i don’t think they outlined everything they plan to make us do in great detail. and it’s more about their reputation than the substance of their internship program, isn’t it? plus i assume she’s sending us to a country that doesn’t speak primarily english to test our language skills.” tilly does know german, she knows a few languages, and she has been assimilating, in a way, most of her life, but she hates the idea of actively being…well, a spy. “honestly…i want to be looking forward to it, but i can’t help feeling like i’ll be awful at whatever they expect us to do.” at least maddox has a more useful skillset to actually being in the field like that. “i hope they let me stay inside and do covert ops, like i’ve been training for. but i’d love to give medical aid, too, i just don’t like the idea of people getting hurt this summer.” tilly wonders if irene means texting…or long-winded emails and phone calls, maybe even video chat. it sounds extremely awkward and if tilly had her choice, she’d go for emailing. “okay. i don’t mind. have you already…do you want me to ask maddox about it?”
– “I THINK ALL OF THINGS POINT TO A VALUABLE EXPERIENCE THAT WILL KEEP YOU BUSY,” IRENE SAYS, almost jealous of the opportunity. she’s sure the work they do will be fairly low-stakes but a great test, and that’s important. “ and i think if you make an impression on your supervisors there, it can only mean good things for your future. ” any student that can speak german will have an advantage, of course, so luckily tilly is among them. or perhaps not even luckily, she’s inclined to believe that tilly is simply more clever than her classmates, perhaps with some bias ! “ i don’t think so. i don’t think they’re going to expect you to be a sharpshooter or seductress, they’ll expect you to be good at what you specialize in. which, you are. ” she nods, “ no, that’s okay, i should probably talk to him. or, try to, at least, ” she grimaces. “ i’ll give you my email. ”
“president sutton isn’t exactly running the internship,” she points out and she’s not sure why, maybe because her birth mother missed out on the teenage arguing-with-your-mom-just-for-the-sake-of-it phase. “and i grew up in switzerland, so berlin isn’t…exciting. though i’m happy to visit. and it’ll be nice to have more hands on experience.” tilly doesn’t have any idea what the internship will entail, hoping only to avoid proving herself completely inadequate. since she’s (not entirely on purpose) evaded her mother since they first spoke, she actually hasn’t been sure what it is the woman wants from her. somehow, the suggestion of actually having a relationship comes as a complete surprise. “i don’t not…i’m not against that.” it’s just too weird, feeling like she has to play it cool with her own mother, who she does have childhood memories of.
– “NO, BUT SHE SET IT UP, I THINK SHE’D DO HER RESEARCH BEFORE SENDING YOU to a foreign country, ” irene says, and there’s a note of condescension in her voice that makes her think that perhaps she is cut out to be a mother – she sounds a bit like her own. “ right, but the prospect of working a real agency hopefully is ? you are looking forward to it ? ” she asks, because she’s worried that tilly is here and doesn’t want to be, and if that’s the case, irene wants to discourage her. irene tries not to look overly-excited at the prospect, mainly because she doesn’t want to put any pressure on tilly. “ okay, yeah. i was just thinking it might be nice if we could...keep in touch. i just...i want to know more about you. i want to know you, i guess. if you don’t mind. ”
“Instigator or not, she was the perpetrator,” Roman replies, trying not to give away how hurt he is. He doesn’t want to hear Irene’s words, not when they’re igniting the same glimmer of hope he has that something isn’t quite right. After Elise had betrayed them all, it’s too risky to hope for a different answer, only to search for it, and be reminded once again that they were all wrong about her. “I can’t imagine you’re one to divulge your whereabouts, but if you ever happen to be in the same neck of the woods, don’t hesitate to call,” Roman tells her. A funny sentiment considering, no, she’s not one to broadcast where she is, and Roman moves too many times a year. This is most likely goodbye.
– “I KNOW, I KNOW IT DOESN’T CHANGE...ANYTHING,” SHE SIGHS, because she hates that she allows herself to hope, even after all she’s been through, she should know BETTER. “ i’m just not optimistic that it’s over. ” which is probably a suspicious thing to say, but anyone who knows elise should know that there’s probably more to the story. she’s just that sort of woman. “ sure, roman, ” she placates with a soft smile, because she knows she won’t and she’s pretty sure that he knows that too. “ good luck with everything. ”
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“ faking your death was good to you, huh? ” he continues, not wanting to weigh down his tone with the past. a lot of stupid decisions have lead them to this point. whilst jack is aware he would never earn irene’s forgiveness, this conversation feels like it’s as close as he’ll ever get, and regretfully it’s taken the brotherhood and a few untimely deaths to get there. it was never meant to be this complicated. “ should try it out sometime. ” though he can’t imagine his life would change all that much from what it is now. “ you kidding? i’ll take it off silent. ” safe to say he knows that phone call will never come, at least not for the reasons he’d like, but he can’t stand there and pretend like he’s not going to wait.
not productive might be the most irene answer, and it shows once again how much she’s committed to her duties. they’ve both lost so much from being committed, but she has a chance to get at least a glimpse of that back. something he’s not so fortunate of. “ everyone needs a break, ” he replies, which doesn’t really answer her question. “ there’s a reason why we discourage the kids about going into the field. ” because this profession doesn’t allow breaks, which simply isn’t healthy. “ but you’ve got another chance here– ” he thinks to miles, maddox and tilly. “ shame to waste it. ”
– “IN SOME WAYS,” SHE SMILES SLIGHTLY, although she would probably say quite the opposite. coming back to being irene has been jarring, but she thinks after it all, she likes being alive more than she likes being dead, despite the ghosts of her past that have resurfaced. “ you’re never going to let that go, are you, jack ? ” she teases, tilting her head up slightly to meet his gaze. she lets herself look at him for a moment because she assumes that it might be one of the last times anyway, and even with a remarkable amount of self-control, it seems worth it to indulge, to think that this is how she’ll remember him: tired, incorrigible, and...well, still the same. there’s maybe another life, another version of herself that would call, after a couple glasses of wine when she’s weak and missing him, but she’s not that sort of woman. they both know she won’t call and that this is it.
“ yeah, ” she sighs, “ wish i had the chance to discourage mine. ” because she really does, there’s something so unsettling about seeing her daughter hold a gun, and irene SHOULD be desensitized to most things by now. “ i just...i don’t really know if they want me to have that chance, ” she admits, “ but i’ll be around for a bit, at least. i’m staying with laura, and...i’m going to let them know the door’s open. that’s all i can really do at this point. ”
she never knows what to do at these things, because they have the air and appearance of one of the parties she grew up attending, but the etiquette is not the same. and in those situations, she was always forced to have an escort. it’s nice to attend alone, though she’s not sure who to talk to since her roommates have other friends and maddox seems preoccupied, too. it’s almost as if this line of thought draws her mother to her, which…she might never know how that makes her feel. “fun? um…yeah. it’s nice to see everyone altogether one last time. i don’t know how often we’ll all be in the same place in berlin.” and though it feels like everyone is doing the internship, she knows that’s not the case. “i do believe that. but i grew up going to galas.”
– “TRUE, THOUGH YOU’LL ALL BE REALLY BUSY IN BERLIN, i imagine. i’ve talked to laura about it, and it’s definitely not a vacation, ” irene warns, although tilly is probably not the child that she should be saying this too. she can take a look at tilly’s record and scores and know that her daughter takes things like that seriously. “ right, of course, ” irene furrows her brow, because she still knows very little about her daughter, how she grew up. of course that could be surmised from her file, but it’s all very black and white. “ you know, um...if you wanted to keep in touch, we could. if you want that, ” irene proposes, thinking about what jack said the other day – this is your second chance. don’t throw it away.
“Oh goodness I had blocked those from my memory,” Cora replied, a real small laugh escaping her rep lips as she reflected. Back in the ball mingling with the Blackthorne boys for a singular night had created a mix of tension, nerves, and hormones. Well, she thought as she looked out at all the students, maybe that hadn’t changed all that much but at least they were all used to each other by now. And having almost too much fun by the looks of it. “I find myself not in the party mood either,” she agreed, twirling her still-not finished champagne between her fingers.
– “DEFINITELY, ALL TO PRACTICE ASSIMILATION OR WHATEVER, but i really just wanted to dress nice and hang out with my friends. i think i talked to like, maybe two boys,” irene laughs, thinking of the way she and her friends would take to the dance floor on their own or find excuses to brush off the guys. “ yeah, it’s hard after...what happened this week, i’m still feeling unsettled. maybe that’s because elise and i were...old friends, ” she sighs. “ i know you can’t predict these things, but i do feel almost like a failure, for not noticing the signs. i think maybe i just didn’t want to. ”
“That’s a good call. I can’t imagine any of us want to have her job right now,” Roman notes, and he really does feel for Laura. Being in this profession is hard enough without being in a place of power, in a place where the decisions you make affect not just your life, but the lives of many. Of kids. He looks the other way, mostly because he doesn’t want Irene to see the disappointed look on his face. “Nothing about it feels neat to me,” he says into the open air of the empty hallway, but stops himself, pulling it all back together. “I’m an open book, Irene,” Roman tells her, plastering on a trademark grin. "I’m headed to New York to do some work at my office. Then it’s Budapest.” Back to habit, back to leaving a place as quickly as he’d arrived.
– “NO, NOT AT ALL,” IRENE REPEATS QUIETLY. “ i just can’t help but think...i mean, there’s no way that elise was the instigator of all of this, she wouldn’t...there’s just something bigger out there. it’s not over. ” and that’s another reason why she feels better sticking around for a bit, she needs more time to think, the chance to pick laura’s brain for anything else they might’ve missed. “ sounds busy, ” she says with a slight smile, a tilt of her head. “ but good. budapest sounds pretty nice right about now. ” because running always sounds nicer than staying.
Her last night at Gallagher felt like something more out of a movie than reality and as she watched the party go on around her, Cora wished that she could enjoy it, and the glass of champagne sitting in her hand, more. Though the flames of the dire had long died and the members of the Brotherhood had been arrested, she was still vigilant, still ready to whip out the knife she kept hidden in a moments notice if needed. The threat may have been gone but that didn’t mean that she was going to spend this party acting like a fool. “They should consider themselves lucky,” she mused out loud to no one in particular. “The parties we had in my day were never this extravagant.”
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– “OH, DEFINITELY, OURS WERE ALWAYS SO FORMAL,” irene laughs. “ the balls where we used to have to mingle with blackthorne students ? i always dreaded those, wasn’t much of a celebration, but...well, they definitely deserve this. ” she presses her lips together for a moment, mainly because her mind is EVERYWHERE but the party, and she envies them, how easy it is for them to celebrate after everything that’s just happened. now she has a dear friend that she considers a traitor, locked up behind bars after bringing a group that attempted to murder her children to campus. “ not feeling to celebratory myself, though. ”
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– IRENE’S PRETTY SURE THIS IS GOODBYE, IN A WAY. if she’s being honest, in the past few days she hasn’t thought of what to say to tilly and maddox much at all, mainly because she’s been so preoccupied with what happened to elise. it’s hard not to feel stupid, to run over every conversation and mistake in her mind. but at least tilly is here, safe, and in some ways, that’s all the reassurance irene needs. “ are you having fun ? ” irene asks, taking a break from her chaperoning duties to actually SAY something to her daughter. “ it’s hard to believe, maybe, but our end of the year parties when i attended gallagher were much more formal than this. ”
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