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“Let me see her. Please.”
“She doesn't wanna talk to you.”
Blitzø’s distress must've shown, because the nurse's tone softened when she added, “Go home, Blitzø.”
“I don't have a home!” he cried. “She's my home. She's all I have left of it. Please.”
Before the nurse could reply, Barbie stepped into the hall.
“Barb,” Blitzø bellowed, “please, let me—”
“You have the fucking balls,” she spat, “to say I'm your home?”
She strode up to him, grabbed him by their mother's choker.
“You burn down the circus, you kill mom—” She snarled. “And you expect to find a home in me?”
“Barb—”
Slap.
“I'll never have a home again.” She turned and walked away. “And neither will you, Blitzo.”