“Oh no,” Ollie said with a sad sigh. “Was it the needles? Does she not want to play with you anymore now?” “Huh?” “Did you burst her balloon with your needles?” His brown eyes were full of compassion. “Did you make her sad?” Everyone fell quiet, the laughing stopped, and I felt another piece of me die inside. “Yeah, Ols,” I forced the words out. “I made her sad with my needles.”
