“I’m sorry I called,” Brooke said from her bed. She looked small and fragile and very much like the scared young girl she was.
“Brooke,” Karen said. It was almost a whisper, like she couldn’e find her voice. Seeing Brooke like that, a girl who was usually so full of life, was devastating. And that probably didn’t even compare to what Brooke was going through.
“There was no one else,” Brooke started to explain. “I just didn’t know who-”
“Shh,” Karen said as she rushed to Brooke’s side. She tentatively brushed a stray lock of hair out of the girl’s face. “It’s...
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