When June read the first line on that folded piece of paper, the entire auditorium seemed to go silent.
I was still on the floor beside my chair, trying to understand why my legs had suddenly stopped supporting me.
June looked down at the paper.
Then she looked directly at me.
“The note says, ‘Noah, I know I’m asking you to do something impossible.’”
I stopped breathing for a moment.
I knew that sentence.
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