My skin prickles with dread as I watch him approach me, and only then do my eyes slide over to his left, landing on a familiar man in uniform. But it’s not Theo. It’s Kip—wearing that same pained expression. It’s Kip. Why is Kip here? Where is Theo? Why is Brant walking over to me, tugging at his hair, still shaking his head with tears in his eyes, as if he’s trying to tell me something that’s too awful to be said with words? The crowd seems to part as the two men approach me on the dance floor, while I just stand there, frozen like a statue. Time stops. Everything around me moves in slow
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