As we pull into my bumpy driveway a feeling of dread sits in my chest. I don't want to go and I don't want him to leave. Willing myself out of the car, I tell him thank you and then head up to my house. When I get inside, I get ready to run upstairs just when my mom stops me."Ella Mae Emerson," She says, her lips curving up. "Where have you been?"
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