WHAT WAS REALLY IN THE FOLDER David’s expression hardened. “You’re thirteen, Chloe. You don’t get to make this decision.” Chloe stepped backward. “It isn’t your decision either.” Mia moved closer …
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The dust in Aunt Ruth’s attic was thick enough to write my name in. It coated my throat, making me cough every time I shifted my weight on the plywood …
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