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Everyone was moved from the warehouse to the hotel, and soon after, we held a special ceremony for my parents, as well as for Carly, who’d also been killed by the gunfire, to honor their memories. I was there, but can honestly say I don’t remember much. The pain in my heart had been so overwhelming, that all I could do was clench my fists and keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. I’d felt like someone had played a cruel joke by bringing us together, just so that I could watch my parents die.
After the service was over, I’d stayed in bed for two days until Bryce found me sulking under my covers and dragged me out of it.
“You have to keep going,” he said. “There are still people who love you and need you. Don’t do this.”
“Two of those people died,” I mumbled into my pillow.
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