Frog teeters backwards away from Lo and Lily, and she turns and sees me in the dark. As she takes a few steps over to me, pain constricts her face. “Donnelly…” Her voice cracks, and I know she’s searching for solace in a friend. I know she thinks that friend is me. And it sounds easy—to just hug Frog. But my eyes sear as emotions barrel into me at caustic speed. I just want to be holding Luna, and I can’t be anything for anyone else right now. I don’t know how to be. “I’m sorry,” I say quietly to Frog and walk away, both hands on my head.
