The security guard took me inside to wash my hands, then dabbed antiseptic over the scrapes on my skin. He pulled out his phone and called my family for me, trying to reassure me while we waited."You had a fight with your family and ran off, didn't you? Your mom and dad must be worried sick." He gave me an encouraging smile. "I'll have them come pick you up and take you home, okay?"Worried sick. Those words caught my attention.As I listened to the phone ring, my heart began pounding against my ribs.There had been another time when someone in our family had run away.My little sister, Lily Bennett, had wanted a new doll, but my mom, Claire Ashturn, refused to buy it for her. Lily threw a fit and stormed out of the house.Everyone had been frantic.My dad, Michael Bennett, called the police three times in less than 24 hours. My older brother, Evan Bennett, rounded up practically every friend he had, and together they searched streets, parks, stores, and bus stops all over town
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