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Ellie

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hen I get home, I go to my room and close the door behind me, leaning against it as I sink to the floor. I put my head in my hands and bite my lip to trap the sob in my throat. My mom and sister are in their rooms getting ready for bed, and I don’t want them to hear. I don’t want them to know that I saw someone from Jackson Harbor, or how torn up I am by our conversation