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“NO! No! No!” Lacey said, clutching her hair behind her head as a blue cross appeared on a pregnancy test for the second time in her life.
She had only arrived in Santa Fe three weeks ago. And she had finally gotten Sparkle—now Jennifer—enrolled in public school for the following semester. Getting her out of the house and into school would be a godsend, because Sparkle was more than a little angry with her for dragging her out of Chicago and making her cut her semester short at Rise Academy.
The twelve-year-old had been playing her electric keyboard non-stop, day and night, refusing to wear headphones, even when the neighbors started banging on their walls, yelling at her to cut it out already. Lacey had finally resorted to hiding the piano cord while Sparkle was asleep, but that had
