Of what? he asked, voice soft. It won't be Stevie, Barbara. He told me with those eyes, and his so-tired face, that he was sorry. He did not know her real name.
Empty, just like I felt. It was Damian that had called my name. It's never been this draining. What's that supposed to mean? I asked, and I was feeling better enough to sound suspicious.
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