Outside of the cars, Blue begged Calla, “Please stay here and keep time with Matthew.” “No way, chicken. I’m coming with you,” Calla said. “I’m not letting you do this by yourself.” “Please,” Blue said again. “I’m not by myself. And I can’t take it if —” She didn’t finish. She couldn’t say if you died, too. Calla put her hands on either side of Blue’s head, smoothing down her unsmoothable hair. Blue knew that she was feeling everything that Blue couldn’t say, but she was okay with that. Words were impossible. Calla studied Blue’s eyes. Her fingers studied Blue’s soul. Please trust me please
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