She was struggling to breathe. Wu was asking her things, expressing concern. She couldn’t really hear him. Will was watching her, saying nothing. She looked at him and tried to steady her voice. “Is … is this my fault?” “Why are you asking that question?” “Why can’t you just say ‘no’ when I ask something like that? God.” “You’re not a child,” said Will, gently. “I won’t treat you like one. You’re asking me if this was your fault because you want to know what emotion you’re supposed to be feeling right now. Are you supposed to be beating yourself up? Well, that’s the wrong question. The world
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