Our conversation seemingly forgotten—for now, at least—Cass follows them out, offering Kate a weak smile as she slips quietly into the room, a stark contrast to Luna. Where Luna is a ball of fiery rage, Kate is a sea of barely contained calmness, the only clues to her distress being the heavy, tired look in her dark eyes and the deep furrow of her brow. “Is she okay?” she asks the question of the day, a question that has no simple answer. When I shrug, she takes a step closer, hands twisted together in a nervous knot. “Are you okay?” Finally. Something I can answer. “No.” One word is all it
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