"Did you know?"
Her brows knit together slightly.
"Know what?"
My eyes don’t leave her face.
"About Claire."
Margaret doesn’t answer right away and that silence does something unpleasant to my stomach.
I keep watching her just watching.... I try again my voice comes again, a little steadier this time.
"Did you know she and Zane..."
The words get stuck in my throat for a second.
God, I hate even saying it out loud.
"...that she was his girlfriend? Or whatever thing they had"
Margaret exhales slowly, tht reaction alone tells me more than any words could. A bitter feeling creeps into my chest but I push past it because that wasn’t the part that hurt the most.
My gaze stays locked on her.
"Did you know Zane asked her to be my friend?"
"Did you know... she had something going on with him?"
"I know Claire," she says slowly.
"She used to come here often."
That part makes my stomach turn...used to come here, tp this house, to his space.
Margaret continues, her voice still calm.
"But I don’t know anything about... their relationship."
She pauses slightly before saying the last word. Careful with it, like she doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and make this worse for me.
I just stare at her... trying to read between the lines, trying to figure out if there’s something she’s not saying but there’s nothing there... just honesty.
And that somehow makes everything hurt more, because it means this whole thing existed... quietly around me, without me ever knowing.
I let out a small breath that shakes halfway through.
"Okay."
That’s all I say.... Just okay.....: like that one word can somehow hold everything I’m feeling right now. It doesn’t, nor even close.
My vision starts to blur again and ar first I try to blink it away.
I press my lips together and my head back slightly... anything to stop it but it doesn’t work.
The tears come anyway.....: slowyl at first, then they become heavier. Mt chest tightens again, the same way it did earlier, like something is sitting on it and pressing down.
I turn my face away from Margaret, I don’t want her to see this again. In this short space of time I’m I’m tired of crying, tired of feeling like I can’t hold myself together but the tears don’t care about that.....they keep falling, quitelt at first, then my breathing starts to hitch and I know I’ve lost it again.
Margaret doesn’t say anything this time, she just moves the mattress dipping slightly as she sits beside me, then her arms come around me slowly like she’s giving me time to pull away if I want to.

Sleep creeps in quietly with warning and no fight left in me to push it away before I even realize it...:::. I’m gone into deep sleep.
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