He presses his ear against the door, trying to listen. The boy can barely hear her, but when he thinks he can make out what she says, he slides to the floor as well, pressing his back against the door.
"It's all right not to know," he says, hoping he's saying the right thing. "I... I'm sorry you're hurting. I'm sorry for my part in it."
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"It's all right not to know," he says, hoping he's saying the right thing. "I... I'm sorry you're hurting. I'm sorry for my part in it."