asked.
I looked through the tall windows of the hall. Inside, people were applauding now. Celeste had stepped onto the stage.
“I’m calm,” I said.
“That was not my question.”
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For a moment, I was seven again, standing outside a grocery store waiting for someone to come back.
“No,” I whispered. “I’m not all right.”
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