Elara nearly tripped down the stairs, arms straining around the heavy bag.“Elle, slow down—” Sally tried, hurrying after her.But Elara wasn’t slowing even as she was out of breath, stumbling into the front yard, dragging the bag across the gravel.Hauling it up with a desperate grunt and she heaved it into the back of Sally’s jeep. The slam of the trunk echoed sharply in the quiet morning air.“Elle—”“No! I have to go!” Her voice splintered mid-sentence, breath hitching. “I would be long gone if you hadn't wasted my time on breakfast! I can’t stay here, Sal. Don’t you get it? I have to—”She broke off, clutching her own hair.“Elara, breathe,” Sally whispered, gently reaching for her wrist. “You’re not making sense. Time for breakfast is never time wasted. Besides, we need to make a strict appeal with a strong stance right now. We are suing him, we need to make sure they understand we are not backing down! You didn't do anything wrong, he did—”"No, no, Sally! I don't want to! I ju
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