A drifting mind
Bob stepped closer, concern growing by the second. “Jude, what are you looking at?” he asked again. That finally snapped her out of it. She flinched, glanced at him briefly, then looked away. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “I was just thinking.” Her voice was quiet, distant. Bob waited for more, but she offered nothing else. Then she turned abruptly and said, “I need some air.”
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