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I clench my fists when I think about

it.

I knock at the door. "Go away,"

Willow yells. I sigh. She hasn't eaten. I

watch her on the monitor, and she has

figured out that there's something in her

food.

“I can’t do that, Willow. I need to

talk to you.”

“You’re a liar, a criminal. I want to

go home. To my family.”