>>18500227Colby hears a similar wail from the car. Amy got the same notification that she did.
Without another coherent word, they come together in an embrace. Colby clings to Amy, as if terrified that she'll somehow lose her too. As if somehow clinging to something that is wonderful and beautiful in this world can erase the unbearable loss they've both sustained. As if it was possible to plug this wound in her soul with love.
It's not enough. Not even close.
What even could numb this pain? One of the overpriced bottles of liquor they sell inside this shithole? A truck on the freeway, like the one that sent Skelly Skelly to her fate, leaving nothing behind but the flaming wreckage of a Lamborghini and oblivion? Is it strength or cowardice that she can't bring herself to find out?
Amy's shoulders shudder in her grasp.
Colby thinks of her mother. Her hard face, and the pain in her wet eyes when they buried her grandma. The patient way she had handled all of the kids, like they were porcelain sculptures, protecting the family that she had left at all costs. Colby wonders what she said to her father at night, behind closed doors. There was a lot that she didn't agree with her mother on these days, Amy included, but she had shown the way to handle tragedy and protect her family.
>"Amy."Colby squeezes her softly.
>"We're going to get through this together. It's not gonna be okay..... it may not be okay, but we'll deal with it somehow. Together."She puts her hand on the car, a gift from Priscilla. Full tank again, now.
>"We gotta go back. Priscilla and Nikki need us."Colby clings to Amy for a second longer.
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