He’s—
 
 I fell to my hands and knees.
 
 I opened my mouth.
 
 And screamed.
 
 I screamed.
 
 And screamed.
 
 I screamed as my parents fell out of their bedroom.
 
 I screamed as they gathered me close.
 
 I screamed as my insides tore to pieces and my heart bled dry and the world went dim.
 
 My lower belly sliced with despair.
 
 I screamed.
 
 I roared.
 
 I howled.
 
 I screamed and screamed and screamed...until I fainted.
 
 Chapter Thirty-Two
 
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 Nerida
 
 AGE: 20 YRS OLD
 
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 (Love in Javanese: Tresna)
 
 POP.
 
 Pop.
 
 Pop.
 
 That quiet puff that sounded like a champagne cork was the only thing I could hear on a loop inside my head. The bullet piercing Aslan. The weapon’s noise as he died.
 
 Pop.
 
 Pop.
 
 Pop.
 
 Great heaving sobs cracked my ribs as I curled into a ball.
 
 I didn’t know where I was.
 
 I didn’t care.