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“It’s okay.” I rest my head in my palms. “I just… want to sleep. And also I can’t sleep”

I’m annoyed that they keep talking about this letter; my skin crawls just at the thought of Aunt Chana seeing it

He had planned to join Nellie later to hunt for Treeo, but that didn’t look like it was happening. Nellie hadn’t even started yet

“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?