Laura stood in the doorway, face pale and eyes wide with worry. She looked so small, swallowed up by one of my hoodies. Trina and Becky were behind her, their expressions tense but supportive, though they hung back to give her space. Her blonde hair was a mess, with strands clinging to her tear-streaked face. Her eyes locked on mine, and for a second, the room seemed to dissolve around us. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my shoulder forced me back down. “Angel,” I said, my voice rough, but softer now, just for her. In an instant, she was at my side, her hands hovering over me like she was afraid to touch me but couldn’t stand not to. Her fingers brushed against my arm, feather-light, and then she sank into the chair Jake had vacated silently as he left the room to talk with Trina and Becky in the hall. “You’re okay,” she whispere
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