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Please do not tell anyone where you are going.

I will be there.

Mom

That was it.

No explanation.

No long confession.

Just six lines that blew my house open.

Emma slapped the counter. Hard enough to make the forks in the drying rack jump. “What does that mean, forced to do?”

Chloe was crying now, silently, tears running off her chin onto the front of her sweater.continue reading …