Nadia found out on a Tuesday.
Not from Hana.
From Layla's mother. In a parking lot. After school pickup.
Hana had been struggling for three weeks. A falling-out with her best friend. The kind that feels catastrophic at 9 years old.
She had cried. Lost sleep. Talked about it endlessly.
With Layla. Not with her mother.
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