ZURI'S POINT OF VIEW I fought to calm Summer down—her sobs came in harsh, ragged waves, so violent I feared she’d stop breathing altogether. Only when I whispered that her father had left did her body finally go slack against mine. I knew she was traumatized. She hadn’t let go of me once since she’d walked in on us—her small hands clamped tight around my waist, her eyes wide with terror. She never should have seen that. Never should have watched him lay a hand on me. That image would haunt her long after tonight was over. Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher had bombarded me with questions, and I’d lied through my teeth—just a disagreement, she hates seeing anyone upset with me. They’d bought it, thank god. Now we lie side by side in bed, her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin. I hum and run my fingers through her hair, trying to lull her to sleep, but she stays awake—her silence heavier than any cry. I’m terrified she’ll be up all night, exh
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