We are both silent for a moment. Before Afghanistan, I never would have cared about this kind of debate. I probably would have laughed if someone had asked me about this. But now it seems like the most important question in the world. Ana sighs.
"I want to believe I'll see her again, but I'm afraid. What if she knows I was there when she died, and she knows that I didn't try to save her?"
"What happened that day?" I ask.
Ana stares at me. I immediately start to backpedal.
"Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to tell me. I don't need - "
"It was supposed to be a surprise for Julie," she says. She sits up, resting her back against the headboard. Her eyes don't meet mine. "I wasn't actually supposed to be there. We didn't have the money to fly me home from college very ofte
