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My heart raced as the line trilled for the third time with no response.
I was in my mother’s room, using the phone she’d confiscated, the same one seized last night, to call Celeste. To warn her. To fix something before it was too late.
She finally answered.
But before I could speak, her voice cut through the line, sharp and furious.
“Why are you calling me? Haven’t you done enough—”
“No—listen to me, Celeste. Please, hear me out—”
“No. You listen to me, I’m sick and tired—”
“I have to tell you something. It’s about the accident—”
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Mother’s voice sliced through the room.
My heart sank.
Trembling, I immediately hung up.
Last night, after I got caught, my father didn’t say a word to me. Instead, they locked in my bedroom and took my
