Even three days after the blast, emergency workers were unable to identify most of the remains at the state capitol. Rochelle certainly did her work well, I thought bitterly. We tried to get a hold of Dr. Farren to let her know what had happened, but her flight had been airborne at the time of the explosion, and the cell phone number she’d given us kept going straight to voicemail. “You could text Justin,” Izzy offered quietly. I shook my head, feeling numb. “He wouldn’t care.” “That’s not true! He loved you. He would want to know.” I burrowed deeper into my blankets. I’d been camped out in my bedroom ever since the news. “It doesn’t matter.” Izzy left me alone, and I faded in and out of sleep. Sometimes, I thought I could hear Brad or Ben downstairs, but I didn’t care enough to get up and check. It felt like a sledgehammer was pounding in my brain: thinking hurt.
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