(RORY’S POV)Todd and I were seated on the sofa. Side by side.No one had answered our question yet. They were either staring into thin air or looking down at their feet. The clock on the wall ticked louder than I ever remembered it ticking before. Each second felt like a small hammer striking against my chest.When the silence stretched too long and had gotten unbearable for me, I cleared my throat and sat upright. My back felt stiff, like I had been carved from stone.“Can someone please tell us what is going on?” I asked. My voice was shaky, which was a reflection of my emotions. I hated how small I sounded, but I couldn't help it.Todd didn’t look alright either. He was tense. His jaw was set hard, and his hand—the one resting on his knee—was curled into a fist. I wanted to reach over and hold it, but my own hands felt frozen in my lap.The adults all looked at each other, like they were deciding who should speak first. It was the kind of look that made my stomach turn. I had seen
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