Hank
"Hank," she says again, like maybe I didn't hear her the first time. Like maybe if she says it twice, this will feel less like a nightmare
I can't wake up from.
I glance past her shoulder.
Two girls are still by the snack table, zipping up jackets, laughing quietly about something one of them said. Sophie's near the door, waiting for her ride. Sam is still talking to Jenna, her back to us, oblivious.
Good. Keep it that way. For thirty more seconds, keep it that way.
I lower my voice, forcing it flat, forcing it controlled, even though every word feels like it's being dragged out of me through broken glass.
"How."
It's not even a full question. I don't have the capacity for full sentences right now.
Clair's eyes fill, and she blinks hard, like she's trying to keep herself fro
