“Dylan,” I gasped, melting into her hug, breaking into a million pieces and knowing somehow, she’d hold me together. “It hurts so bad.” “I know.” She kissed my ear, wet with salty tears. “I lost my dad three years ago.” Doug Casablancas had died? And I hadn’t been there to comfort her? I pulled away, wiping my face quickly. “What? I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Mom and Dad…no one said a thing to me. I would’ve dropped everythin—” “It’s me.” She stepped back, and it seemed like we both sobered up from that hug. “I asked them not to. It fell on your second semester finals.” “Who cares?” I asked,
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