“Hey.” Dean came up beside me. He wove his hand into mine. Michael took one look at my face and put a hand on my shoulder. He hadn’t touched me—not once—since I’d chosen Dean. “You’re crying.” Sloane stopped short in front of us. “Don’t cry, Cassie.” I’m not. My face was wet, but I didn’t feel like I was crying. I didn’t feel anything. “You’re an ugly crier,” Lia said. She brushed my hair lightly out of my face. “Hideous.” I let out a choked laugh. My mother’s dead. She’s dust, and she’s bones, and the person who took her away from me buried her. He buried her in her best color. He took that
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tears in my eyes this is my family
