After Duncan Stewart yelled at me, the room fell silent for a long time.It was long enough for Duncan to finish gnawing that half of a cold, hardened slice of bread.He brought me, Wendy Joseph, a bowl of hot oatmeal and murmured an apology."I'm sorry, Wendy. I'm just so tired."I didn't have the courage to look at him, so I could only close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.Just before dawn, Katie Lindt sat up from the sofa.She put a straw into a carton of soy milk and handed it to me."Wendy, here. It's low-sugar."You shouldn't have anything too sweet right now."Her movements were still as practiced as ever, but when I lowered my gaze and saw the bruises around her wrist, my fingers still trembled.The soy milk was sweet enough, yet it tasted bitter enough to make my throat tightened.Duncan was opening the oatmeal container.His hands had once been beautiful and almost looked like a work of art. They were perfect for playing the piano.He always said that once I re
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