Everything in me crumbles, like I’ve been holding back an avalanche of emotion, and it’s finally too much to withstand. Grief buries me, and I drop to my knees. “You’re not Lola,” I whisper. The complete stranger before me glances down at the wall. I follow her gaze to a set of names scratched into the concrete. The freshest one feels like a punch to the chest. Lola The girl shakes her head, the fear in her eyes shifting to sadness. “No…I’m not.”
