Lo rubs his eyes again. He can’t stop crying. I see the hurt coursing through him like jagged tidal waves, crashing and crashing until he loses breath and focus and drowns beneath the rapids. He screams into his hand—angry, pained, pissed. He slowly drops to his knees and puts a palm on the carpet. “Lo,” Ryke says, bending to him. He tries to help, but Lo swats him away with wild, watery eyes. “Where’s Lily?” he asks, frantic. “Lily!” He whips his head. “Lily!” he cries, searching for me. Rose finally lets me go, and I run into Lo’s arms. He holds me tightly and cries into my shoulder, his
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