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Ellie watched the sun’s rays go from pinkish-red to brilliant yellow. Sleep had eluded her for the first time in her life. Was this something she had to look forward to—sleepless nights filled with worry? Would she ever feel safe again? Ellie’s feet touched the cool, wood floor. Leaving the warmth of the downy soft comforter behind, she hastened through her morning routine. She wasn’t supposed to jog yet, but a short, brisk walk down Main Street would be nice. She paused in the hallway. Hearing the gentle sounds of snoring, Ellie tiptoed down the stairs and pushed the front door closed with a soft click.
Ellie drank the fresh morning air deep into her lungs, eyes closed, tilting her head back under the warm sun. The morning breeze teased her skin. A dog barking a few houses over caused
