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Chapter 101

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Aria's Point of View

I stare at my phone long after Alaric hangs up the call, the quiet hum of the dorm room filling the space he leaves behind. The screen finally dims, going black, but I keep holding it anyway, my thumb resting over where his name had glowed just seconds ago.

He sounded… tired. No, he sounded exhausted. The kind of exhausted you feel in your bones.

I set the phone down on my nightstand carefully, like it is something fragile, then I lean back against the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest. I can still hear the strain in his voice, I can still see the rubble and the scorch marks from the attack.

They are rebuilding everything by hand.

They are short on supplies. They are short on sleep.

They could use all the help they can get.

And I am just sitting here. At school. Safe. Comfortable.

The thought twists in my stomach.

I do not want to just wait for updates or disasters. I want to do something.

My knee bounces restlessly. I chew the inside of my
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