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When they managed to soothe a sobbing Max back to sleep, the group eyed one another. Ani whispered something, and Oliver shook his head. He nodded towards the door, and they silently crept out of bed, trying their best not to wake up Max. Oliver grabbed his glasses before they followed him to the hallway. “Why would you say he killed himself?” Oliver snapped in French the moment Amber shut Max’s bedroom door. He whirled around to glare at Ani. “I’m sorry,” Ani replied in French, scowling. “I panicked! We hadn’t exactly planned what we were going to say.” Matt sighed. “You chose the worst way.” Alice ran a hand through her dark, tangled hair; her eyes were red. “We have to tell him.” “We can't. The whole reason we put him there was for his safety,” Ani muttered. She looked at Max’s whi