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At some point, someone had wrapped a blanket around Laura where she sat on the edge of her bed. She had a vague memory of one of the beat cops guiding her out of the room, past Archie, past—her mind flinched away, and she shivered, pulling the blanket tighter. No one had asked her who was legit and who wasn’t. They knew her. Knew Zach. Archie—her brain flinched again. Her last sight of him, they’d been giving him a wide berth, too. His eyes…
Her sisters were there with her, Hannah and Ingrid on either side patting her back and sometimes her clenched hands, the rest perched on what they could find around her. No one spoke. No one asked her how she was. They knew something was wrong. She was pretty sure they didn’t know what—
She stared at the floor so she didn’t have to see…him…Rob…ta
