Michael and I are stopped before we get to AJ's wing. A nurse I vaguely recognize comes up to us and asks, "Are you here for Alex Justin?"
"AJ?" I nod, concerned and confused. "Is he alright?"
Her face resembles the one of the policewoman who told my father about Cara. "I'm sorry, but Alex passed away this morning."
I break down instantly, along with Michael. I crumple onto the ground, listening to the sound of my own crying mixed with Michael's confusion.
"There must be some sort of misunderstanding," he mumbles.
There isn't.
And the rest is a blur.
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Teen FictionAudrey Summers is going to kill herself today. She's already thought everything through-even taken the precaution of flipping family photos around so absolutely nothing can discourage her. But before she gets the chance to follow through with her s...
