April fully expected going upstairs and passing the spot where Angelo was gunned down to be the hardest barrier to get over once she was back home. In a sense, she was right. They had rid the carpeting there of all traces of blood, so now it was like it never happened. It was an erasure of a very traumatic experience for all of them and she had no idea how everyone else was moving on without trouble. She stared at the spotless carpet for an unimaginably long time and only her father's gentle push on her back was able to jolt her out of her reverie. She looked up at him and his kind eyes were looking back down at her. He gave a sad smile, but did not allow her to dwell too long on it.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get you back to your room."
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