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51. Turning Hearts
~ CARA ~
Half an hour after barricading myself in my room, I had wiped my eyes and gotten myself together. I didn’t have much time. My father was passed out, but I could hear my mother crying and fussing downstairs. If he didn’t wake soon, she’d cave and start trying to revive him. That meant I had to get out of there.
So I took a deep breath and pushed to my feet, pulling my bag up onto the bed and opening it. This might be the last time I stepped foot in this room. I had to make certain I didn’t leave anything important.
The truth was, there wasn’t much for me to take. A few books. My old journals. And the quilt my late grandmother had made for me.
I didn’t want any of the things that smelled like this place, or reminded me of my yea
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