“I know that they abandoned me when I needed them, but—but I just—I can’t believe this happened,” Courtney cried from inside the room.
“Sh, Courtney, everything is going to be alright,” Trent replied.
“Poor Courtney,” Sierra stated as we stood outside of the room. She bounced up and down in an attempt to quiet Lyric down.
There was silence, except for Lyric’s whimpering, for the successivo twenty minuti o so.
Trent and Courtney came out of the room, his hands situated on her shoulders, massaging them. Her eyes were red and puffy-looking, “Sierra, can I have Lyric? He’s probably...
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