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I have a feeling this night is going to be long.
Amy has remained silent since then. We sit together, and although I'm not keeping track of time, I'm certain we spend over an hour on the side of the road as she cries. It takes me those hours that have passed to realize that she might be in shock, which could be the reason she can't bring herself to get up.
"Do you want to go home?" I ask her, but she doesn't respond either. I go on and get on my feet, picking her up in my arms. She also doesn't fight it or even acknowledge it. It's like she has lost the feelings and cognition of the things around her, and she's numb.
I put her into the passenger side of the car and successfully fix her seatbelt as she stares ahead of her, without blinking an eye.
My head hurts ten times worse
