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Another tear escaped.
Then another.
“I know.”
“Wren—”
“I know he’s dead.”
The words exploded out of me.
Raw.
Ugly.
Painful.
“I know.”
Mam was crying now too.
Dad had gone completely still.
And suddenly every thought I’d carried for years came spilling out.
“I know it’s my fault.”
“Wren—”
“It is.”
“No.”
“Yes!”
The shout ripped through the kitchen.
“I was there!”
My chest heaved.
Tears streamed freely now.
I couldn’t stop them.
Couldn’t stop anything.
“If I hadn’t been whining about that stupid toy—”
“Wren, stop.”
“—if I hadn’t distracted everybody—”
“Wren.”
“—he’d still be here!”
The words echoed around the room.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Terrible.
