It’s been two years and seven days since Clarice Starling went missing. Ardelia has counted each minute, and she knows whom Clarice is with, but not where she is. She looks at the ring Clarice sent her, the one with their initials, and tries not to cry. Clarice isn’t lost, she tells herself, and she will come home. Or, she is lost because she wants to be. The alternative is too horrible to contemplate, so she tries not to.
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It’s been two years and seven days since Clarice Starling went missing.
Ardelia has counted each minute, and she knows whom Clarice is with, but not where she is.
She looks at the ring Clarice sent her, the one with their initials, and tries not to cry.
Clarice isn’t lost, she tells herself, and she will come home.
Or, she is lost because she wants to be.
The alternative is too horrible to contemplate, so she tries not to.