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She   does n’t   ans wer    me.    She    marches    toward    her   bed room      and

                then  slams the  door  onc e  we’ re  both  ins ide.  She  paces  back and  forth
                a few  times  and  then  she  stops and  faces  me.
                    “You bet ter  tel l me  wha t the  hel l is going  on  right  no w, Lily!”
                    I pull back in  sho ck. What  is she  tal king ab out?
                    My  ha nd s  ins tant ly  go  to  my  stomach,   bec ause  I  thi nk   maybe  she’s
                no ticed ,  but  she  does n’t  look  at  my  stomach.   She  takes   a  step   for ward

                and    pokes    a   fing er   in   my   ches t.   “There    is   no    subway   system    in
                Cambridge,  Eng land , you idiot!”
                    “Wha t?” I am so conf used .
                    “I  ma de  tha t  up!”  she  says.  “Somet hi ng   ha sn’t  been     right   with  you
                for  a  long   time.   You’re  my  best  friend ,  Lily.  And   I  kno w  my  brother.  I
                talk  to  hi m  ev er y  week ,  and   he   isn’t  the   same.   Somet hi ng   ha ppened
                bet ween  you two, and  I want  to kno w wha t it is right  no w!”

                    Shi t. I guess thi s is hap pening sooner rat he r than  lat er.
                    I  slowly  bring   my  ha nd s  up  to  my  mouth,   no t  sure  wha t  to  tel l  her.
                How  much  to  tel l  her.  I  ha d  no   idea   unt il  thi s  moment   ho w  much  it’s
                been    killing   me   tha t  I  ha ven ’t  been   able   to  talk  to  her   about  thi s.  I
                almost feel  a little  rel iev ed  tha t she  rea ds me  so wel l.
                    I   walk   to   her   bed    and    take   a   sea t   on   it.   “Allysa,”   I   whi sper.   “Sit

                down. ”
                    I  know  thi s  is  going   to  hu rt  her   almost  as  much  as  it  hu rt  me.   She
                walks  over  to  her    bed   and   sits  down  nex t  to  me,   pulling   my  ha nd s  to
                hers .
                    “I don’t ev en  kno w where  to start.”
                    She   squeez es    my    ha nd s,   but   says   no thi ng .   For   the   nex t   fif teen
                minu tes ,   I   tel l   her   ev er ythi ng.   I   tel l   her   about   the   fig ht .   I   tel l   her

                about    Atlas   picking    me   up.   I   tel l   her   about   the   ho spital.   I   tel l   her
                about the  preg na nc y.
                    I   tel l   her   about   ho w,   for   the   last   six   week s,   I   cry   mysel f   to   sleep
                ev er y ni ght  bec ause  I ha ve  nev er  fel t so alone  and  so scared .
                    When     I’m  fini shed   tel ling   he r   ev er ythi ng ,  we’re   both   crying .  She
                ha sn’t  res pond ed   to  wha t  I’ve  told  her    with  any thi ng   othe r  tha n  the

                occasiona l “Oh,  Li ly.”
                    She   does n’t  ha ve  to  res pond ,  tho ugh.   R yle  is  her   brother.  I  kno w
                she  want s  me  to  take  hi s  past  int o  cons idera tion  just  like  the  last  time
                it   ha ppened .   I   kno w   she’l l   want    me   to   work   thi ng s   out   with   hi m
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