“Simmy,” I heard Blair’s voice, and turned to see her and Elijah standing there holding hands. Neither of them allowed me to get up; they both came over and hugged me. Capone stood up and allowed them space to hold onto me. “I knew something wasn’t right with you when you left,” her voice shook as she held onto me, and Elijah was embracing me like I’d disappear if he let go.

