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“Verlinda?” My voice comes as a whisper, taken aback by what just happened. I look at Elon to find him still holding Allira, crying, before looking at the door again.
“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling back from the hug, wiping his tears.
“It’s okay. I’m okay, Mr. Gibson,” Allira says, and he places a kiss on her forehead while I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening.
“What’s going on?” I ask as he stands upright, but he whispers Verlinda’s name and stakes long strides towards the door and exit, leaving Allira and I looking at each other, confused.
“What was that?” Allira softly asks, and I tell her I don’t know, looking back at the door.
“He probably just heard what happened,” I add, not knowing how else to explain this bizarre behavior.
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