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Amit's POV: There was a numbness that overtook my body. The rage I felt was nothing compared to this utter silence, this drowning pain that made me paralyzed. If there was any way to go back in time I'd deny her the plea to see her family. I'd try to make it right with her in a different way. Maybe invite her parents out instead. Maybe I would've just told the truth. I'd have done anything to get rid of this. I knew dwelling over should-have-would-have-could-haves was stupid and completely unproductive. It does nothing to improve my mood or my physical health. If anything it makes everything worse, knowing there were things I could have done to prevent this. "It's all your fault!" Trent shouts at his father. "YOU killed her! YOU killed an angel!" His rage was equivalent to my immobili