Summer says something, breaking my thoughts, but I don’t hear it. She’s looking up at me from her position on the floor with tears streaming down her face. Her hand rests on my knee, and she gives it a light squeeze. I hadn’t even noticed she’d moved closer. “Sorry, I didn’t hear—” “She’s okay,” she repeats while wiping under her eyes. If she’s trying to make me feel better, I appreciate it, but it’s not working. I shake my head slightly. “Thank you for saying that, but we don’t know—” “Dylan, she’s okay.” She looks me dead in the eyes, begging me to understand something. “At least, she’s
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