Bennet’s parents came into her room. She looked up from her comic book and stood. They looked serious, dressed all in gray as they did for raids. She wondered why they were coming to talk to her now. She’d been old enough to stay home alone during raids for a few years now, trusted enough to give the appropriate lies to any police who might come to the door.
Though they hardly ever did.
“Bennet, we have a raid tonight,” her father began.
She gave a short nod. “I know.”
“Well, you’re eighteen,” her mother said. “We think you’re old enough now to come with us. Would you like to?”
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