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I looked down from my top bunk as she burst into my dorm room with her phone in hand.
“Here,” she said, handing me the phone. “My mom wants to talk to you.” Olivia stood nearby and waited. I didn’t know what to expect as I put the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” Olivia studied my face as I spoke. “What happened?” I looked into her eyes as her mother explained that Olivia’s grandmother had passed away unexpectedly. They were very close, and her mother didn’t want Olivia to be alone when she found out. “Of, course.” I patted the spot next to me, and Olivia made her way up the ladder. I was ready to hand the phone back when – click.
The phone grew heavier in my hand until I dropped it in my lap. I turned slowly to break the news, but I didn’t have to say a word.
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