I didn’t even want to think about how other prisoners might have treated me if they thought I was a child molester. Man, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t think of anything they might have that would seem like evidence of something like this. I did know, or thought I knew, how they got their hands on whatever it was. Chuck did say, “This isn’t over.” The thing was, I’d never been sure what I’d done to piss him off—certainly not this much. This accusation didn’t have to be true to stick, and if it stuck, what was Stevie going to do? He’d be back to having no anchor, no help when the voices grew unbearably loud. He’d learned so much and could handle his empathy so much better than when I’d first arrived, even for short periods without me around. But had he learned enough to go through the rest of his life with no anchor? Did he even need one? Only Lilly’s case suggested that an empath needed a specific person to anchor them somehow.
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