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The room is suddenly quiet, no music, no tools. Nothing but Addie’s heart-wrenching cries that echo echo echo throughout. Or maybe that’s just in my head. In my heart. Ricocheting off my flesh.

“Everyone’s done for the day!” Logan yells. “Leave your shit and go!”

Not a single person on his crew asks questions. One by one, they file out, until it’s just the four of us.

I don’t know what to do.

Roman pulls away, holds Addie’s face in his hands and forces her to look at him. “Addie…” he whispers.

“I’m starting to remember,” she cries, shaking her head as she covers her eyes. “I don’twantto remember these things.”

Roman’s face blanches, his entire body locked up. Rigid.

Logan stands beside me, his arm brushing mine.

Addie shakes her head faster. Stronger. “I don’t want to. I don’t want to. I don’t want to.”

Roman’s eyes drift shut, and he presses his lips to her forehead. “You remember it all, don’t you?”

Addie stops moving. Stops sobbing. Roman cradles her jaw as she nods once.

“Fuck,” Logan hisses from beside me, and I turn to him.

He knows something I don’t.

They all do.

I don’t know what to do.

“How much do you remember?” Roman asks her.

Her breath hitches. Uneven gasps. One after the other. “I don’t know.”

Roman whispers something in her ear, and she turns her tear-filled eyes to mine. Another gasp. Another heart-wrenching sob. She turns to her brother, nods again.

I don’t know what to do.

He holds her a moment, and I don’t know if it’s to comfort her or himself. Then he helps her to her feet and makes his way toward us. “You got the keys?” he asks Logan.

Logan produces a set of keys from his pocket.

With Addie still tucked under his arm, he takes the keys, his wary gaze shifting between us. “We’ll meet you there.”

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I don’t know what to do.

I don’t even know what to think, what to ask, and so… I say nothing. Not when Logan asks for the keys to the minivan. And not when I silently lead him to where I parked. Not when he gets behind the wheel. Not even when he pulls up to a familiar house I’ve only stepped foot in once before.

Roman’s truck is already in the driveway, and so I don’t ask questions when Logan steps out and makes his way to the front door. I simply follow behind him.

Roman opens the door before we get a chance to knock, and he leads us to the living room, where Addie is on the floor, her back pressed against the couch. She’s hugging her knees, her face hidden in the crook of her elbow, and she’s crying. Again. Or maybe she never stopped.

There’s no sound to accompany her cries this time, just the rapid shaking of her shoulders, and?—

I don’t know what to do.

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