It is likely she did not, but she hopes she played with particular abandon at recess later that hot afternoon.

She hopes she swung upside-down from the monkey bars, that she tumbled down the hill and laughed off its bumps.

She hopes she ran and jumped and relished those last few free hours.

She knows she understood what was coming on some level, but she was only ten, and she could not have—no one could have—understood how deep the fissure.

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