HAZEL I stepped out of my dad’s car, the sound of the engine fading as he parked. I had barely closed the door when my dad called out, "Hazel, honey, are you sure about this? It's not too late to reconsider going back to the city." I sighed, facing him. We'd talked about this countless times, and I'd considered it too. The mangled body, the feeling of being watched, Darryl's coldness – it all tempted me to flee back to Aunt Jenna's But I couldn't give up yet. I glanced back at my dad who was still watching me intently. “Dad, I’m sure about this.” He nodded with a resigned sigh. As I turned to enter the school, his voice stopped me. "Wait, Where's your necklace?" I reached into the pocket of my oversized hoodie and pulled out the necklace. “It’s right here.” Dad frowned. "Hazel, it's meant to be around your neck, not stuffed in a pocket." "Fine, fine," I grumbled, letting him fasten it for me. "Why is this thing so important anyway?" Dad opened his mouth, then closed
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