“What happened?” Mom whispers, thinking I can’t hear. She never did realize that I’ve been able to hear through these doors since I was little. My back slides down the door, and then I sit with my head resting against the wall and listen.
“She’s doing the same thing she did after she thought you died,” Shane says. “She turns herself off, doesn’t feel anything. You see Grace, but she’s empty. I thought she was over that when I found you two at Rockwell, but I guess not.”
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