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She hovered nervously, running a gloved hand through her hair. Câmon, Danielle. Pull yourself together. Youâve done way scarier stuff than this.
The though was less reassuring that sheâd hoped. Yes, over the past years, sheâd gotten herself into - and back out of - a lot of scrapes. Sheâd  visited hundreds of places, talked to probably thousands of people. Shyness wasnât usually part of her vocabulary.
But usually, she wasnât meeting someone she considered her brother.
Another deep breath, and another momentâs hesitation, before she finally ducked into the building. This is where Danny had said he was staying. If he wasnât here, then she could just leave, and not have to do this. But she had to at least TRY.