~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"A voodoo doll."
I frowned as I looked at Bridget and Peter in confusion.
"What is a voodoo doll?" Ruby asked and I saw how Bridget carefully touched her hand as if silencing her from saying it out loud.
"Deborah, can you take Ruby outside?" Peter carefully asked and the look on his face was filled with pain and rage.
The kind of rage that I didn't want to indulge in.
"Ruby, come," I hurriedly said and she frowned in confusion but got up and took my hand as I led her out of the room.
When we stepped outside and I closed the doors, I watched how Peter quietly sat beside Bridget and she lowered her head while he placed a hand on her back in a comforting manner.
"What is that, Deborah? The thing brother said," Ruby asked and I closed the doors shut and turned to look at her.
"I do not know, sister." I truthfully said and began to ponder deeply on it.
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~{PETER'S POV}~
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