Little Emily
he asked, his tone gentle.
"Yeah," she replied, her voice hollow.
The drive home was silent, the weight of the day settling heavily on her shoulders. When they arrived, Emily went straight to her room, collapsing onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling, tears welling up in her eyes. It wasn’t just Kelsey’s absence that weighed on her; it was the growing sense of isolation. Emma’s betrayal, Clinton’s accusations, the strained atmosphere at home—all of it was too much.
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