Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)

by Suzanne Collins

There’s a bad moment when I look up and see my ally, wearing her District 12 black, and start for her. “Maysilee!” Her face crumples into tears, hides in a handkerchief. Not Maysilee. Merrilee. Like as two peas in a pod.

I understand the straight up sobbing TikTok’s I saw now