Saoirse hugs the paper close, because it's the last thing she has of Jack, now. She buries her face into Greta's shoulder and sobs. Jack's gone. Saoirse isn't ever going to see him again, and she feels sick from it.
Her shoulders rack with each breath she manages. Soon, Greta's dress is damp, and then wet, with her tears.
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Her shoulders rack with each breath she manages. Soon, Greta's dress is damp, and then wet, with her tears.