Erin put a hand on Imani’s shoulder. The other girl gripped her so tightly Erin could see Imani’s hand go white. “I’m sorry.” “They all died.” It was a whisper meant only for Erin. And then Imani began to cry. Erin held her, as the other young men and women—the other boys and girls, really—stood around in awkward silence, not knowing what to do or say. But Erin did. She hugged Imani to her chest, and the other girl broke down in her arms. It was something only they could share. Something only Erin and Imani could understand. So Erin held the girl and talked quietly, until she was sleeping and
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