[Momentarily distracted, Alia leans back, a frown flickering across her face at the brittleness of the woman’s face. She reaches up, slowly, touches the side of her pretty face, searching the sudden sadness in her eyes.]
Did you let him? Or did you carry it alone?
Do you still? [Her grief, redoubled and echoed in another girl’s face. Is it all only grief, again and again?]
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Did you let him? Or did you carry it alone?
Do you still? [Her grief, redoubled and echoed in another girl’s face. Is it all only grief, again and again?]