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“Sure.” Traci stood. “Just give me a minute.”
“You don’t look like you feel good,” Harmony said, right on cue. “If you don’t mind, I can get everyone a drink while the girls go through Emma’s things.”
Traci only hesitated for a second. Then she sighed and sank onto the couch again. “That’d be great. Thanks.”
Harmony disappeared into the kitchen while Em and I headed to her room and Traci stayed on the couch.
“She looks sick,” Em whispered to me in the hall.
I nodded. “We’re going to help her.” But Traci’s health would come with a price only she could pay.
Emma’s room was a mess. There were open cardboard boxes on the floor, photos missing from the walls, and clothes draped over the back of Em’s desk chair. Her bed was unmade, too, but that had nothing to do with her death. The bed probably looked just like it had when she’d woken up after her last night in it.
I was halfway across Emma’s room when I realized she’d stopped in the doorway. “You okay?” I called over my shoulder.
“This is weird. They’ve already started packing stuff up,” she whispered. “Like they can’t wait to get rid of me.”
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