AZALEA'S POV
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There's no box to shove the information into. There's no machine to shred the paper inside of my mind and relieve me of the burden that comes with the knowledge. This is the part where I regret pushing for information like it was going to change the past and bring him back.
The car comes to a halt in front of the house, and Corbin's body twists as he glances back, "Do you want to go swing?" I can hear the smile in his voice without even looking at him. "Yes!" Lyra beams, the car door clicking behind me as it opens. His stare burns into the side of my face like a flame, "Let's go for a walk," He murmurs, unclasping his safety belt. When he notices I don't move, he sighs audibly before getting out of the car while I remain staring ahead out of the window, at the house, wis
