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Kamara patted Damian’s back, and he flinched away as if her touch burned him. She pulled herself to a sitting position, hovering behind him as he wrapped his arms around his knees, his head in between them. He rocked himself once.

“You’re s-scaring me, Callan. Is it something I did?” she whispered, concerned.

He shook his head. Then he raised and looked at her. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“No,