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Alex’s ar to redirectlot "William ant to see you Cos pullingto pack o hoht or so?"

I shook, from my scalp to my toenails But I remained silent, unable to talk about this with her…or anyone, for that hIt was all I could think about, all I could feel

This powerful sense of loss This pain This panic

Brock can’t be dead He’s not even eighteen years old! This isn’t fair It’s not!

I reround at the ceraveside and wept, wishing they could put me in there, too It had been my fault My fault I hadn’t driven him home from the party Josh had--and Josh had had too much to drink

And now here was William, injured and possibly perhting the second duel if it hadn’t been for me…

What if he had a concussion, or worse, a brain injury? What if he was heht It’s not fair It’s not!

I sucked in a breath, alarmed at the parallels And I was devastated that I felt every bit as helpless today as I did then

This was all my fault It was true Be a man and love me, and you’ll end up dead I really was cursed

A sob escaped led

Alex’s arm slid tentatively aroundlike it’s twenty below"

"Please, Alex…I want to go home"

She was silent as alked toas I shoved alland cinched up the top, occasionally wiping my face with the back of my hand or my sleeve to dry the tears But the moment I did it,was full, I was ready to go I tried to suck in another breath, but it wouldn’t come My chest wouldn’t cooperate…it wouldn’t expand to inhale again

I doubled over, falling todoith irl"

I shookso hard I couldn’t catch my next breath

"Williao to the hospital You’ll see Head wounds naturally bleed a lot"

But I wasn’t listening I just kept shaking