“Elena,” I say as I knock on the glass. It earns me no reaction. I lie with my masked cheek flat against the floor to try and get level with her eyes and line myself up with her blank stare. I put my hand against the glass. “Angel, come on, look up.” I pound my fist against the glass. “Elena look at me!” I shout, and her eyes finally snap to me. Her face twists into a look so full of hopelessness that it makes my own chest feel like it’s being ripped open. Big tears fall out of her eyes as she reaches for the glass, the very edges of her fingertips grazing the barrier between us. I shake my
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