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Alicia wakes with a guttural cry. She’s drenched in sweat and her whole body is shaking; sucking air into her lungs is a minor miracle.
Matt is dead.
Travis is dead.
Nick is dead.
Mom is dead.
Her family, her friends, the people she’s cared and loved about… They’re all gone. She brings her knees to her chest and hides her face. Hides the tears streaming down her cheeks.
An arm wraps around her shoulder. It’s light and the touch is soft. She feels the brush of longer hair against her neck.
“It’ll be alright,” Luciana says. “It has to.”