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Faithful Diary,
When Malaika arrived at my door this evening, I didn't have the energy to answer. She'd been calling me all day, and I didn't answer then, either. Clearly, she would't giving up, because she knocked at my door and shouted my name until I worked up the strength to go downstairs.
“Put some clothes on,” she told me. “We're going out.”
I said, “I don't want to.” And then added, “I can't.”
“You have to,” she said in her supervisor voice. Then her expression softened and she whispered, “Elle's really worried about you.”
I knew that much. She'd been texting more often. Or maybe I'd just been looking at my phone more often. Either way, I was aware of how badly Elle wanted me out of this house.
Maybe she's right. I might really be in danger.
“Where are we going?”
