I didn’t look at Thant. I couldn’t because he would see the hurt on my face.“He loves you,” Thant said. “He’s hurting, and it’s not just the Quinn thing. It’s being away from you and wondering if you’re hurting, too. Or if you’re having too much fun to hurt. What he really needed was to laugh, though. So we laughed…until he cried.” That undid me. I looked at Thant with so many questions on my lips.

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