Chapter Twenty Seven

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GABBY

I walk past all four of them to my bedroom upstairs. I lock myself in the bathroom. My dad calls me, he tells me Matty woke up in the ambulance and not to be worried. I feel relief. I hang up the phone with him. Not only am I panting for breath, humiliated, embarrassed and I look disgusting, but I'd be lucky if Moe—or even Tony—ever want to speak to me again.

Dee begins knocking on the door, wanting me to come out.

"You can't hide in there forever," she says in a calm voice.

She's right. I'd have to face them sooner or later.

I'd prefer later.

"I look like a mess," I cry.

I have tears in my eyes that are unwilling to come out.

"You just saved a life!" she exclaims.

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