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I lean against the wall, my index finger twitching as tears gather in her eyes and she wipes them with the back of her hand. This is the only time in my life I regret not having the ability to console others. I doubt my and Jude’s method of kicking and hitting Preston while offering him food and meds is considered consolation for normal people. “Sorry for being all gloomy on your victory night.” She smiles as she faces me. “I’ll make it up to you by being a cheerleader online.” “That’s not important. Do you want to go see your sister?” She shakes her head. “How about food? I can cook you something. Maybe your favorite pasta?” Another shake. Fuck. Food is the only soft thing I know how to do correctly. “Then what do you want, Dahlia? Unless you tell me, I don’t know.” She grabs my sides beneath my jacket, her nails sinking into my T-shirt. When she looks up at me, her features soften and a shine flashes through. “I want to have fish.” “Fish?” “Uh-huh.” “I don’t think we’ll find any at t