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102: New Resolution
Fenella’s POV
That night, I cried uncontrollably. I rewatched the tragic teen romance movie with a sad ending that was launched on cable TV last week. The movie made me cry continuously, and I allowed my tears to flow as camouflage. My mother thought I was really crying because of the movie, not because of Laird.
"Fenella, it's 10 p.m. When will you go to sleep? Still watching the movie?" My mother came to my room.
"Yes, just a moment."
I hugged my knees and kept staring at the TV screen in my room with red eyes. My mother didn't leave immediately. She tidied up my scattered magazines on the bedroom floor to put them on the bookshelf.
"Mom, do you know about Mrs. Evans?" I asked amid my sobs.
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