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Kayla sat motionless in stunned silence, he lips pressed together so tightly that they had become a thin white line. Her eyes continued to search the space where only moments earlier Vincent's face had been. At last she turned her head towards the lawn and the street beyond, she was numb. Kayla knew there would be no sense in following him, she had burned whatever connection they had had. Sighing, she stood pushing away the numbness. She decided to sit on the stoop to wait for one of the others to come outside, her ability to seek out social interaction lost with the crushing weight of her conversation with Vincent.