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“That letter that you got a while back, can we look at it?” he asks. “Maybe there’s a clue in there”

I stand, unsteady on my feet, and am almost glad for the tears filming my vision, so I don’t see my classmates’ reactions

My grandparents… they’re suffering. Of course they are, a logical voice inside me says. She’s their daughter, isn’t she?

If they get home too close to Shabbos, Mommy’s never going to let them wander the woods again on a Friday afternoon

But now… it’s happened, somehow; I feel like I have a place here. I have friends.

Michal from the scenery group is dashing up the hallway. I blink. She’s… wait, she’s crying?