Song Rec'd: "Don't Blame Me" — Taylor Swift.
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"I can't marry a man I don't love. I love Castiel, not him," Gwen countered again, folding her arms as her brother turned on another flashlight to brighten the room.
"That poor thing?" Her mother scoffed, recalling Castiel's reputation as a miserly scholarship student at Oxford, now a part-time teacher in the school where she worked.
"Haven't you been keeping up with the business news, Elena?" Gwen's father, Callum, finally chimed in, his voice coarse.
"What do you mean?" Elena asked. She was the only one without a phone; her husband and Gwen had theirs. She'd sold hers to survive, cutting off all contact with her workplace, home, and the internet—terrified of judgment from the world or of running into the elite friends who had abandoned her.
