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"I can drive you," I offered. "I can wait outside."

There were nights when the past returned like low thunder. Mara would wake and walk the tiny apartment, fingers trailing along the seams of the curtains, whispering names to the plaster. Once she ripped open the backpack and scattered photographs across the table, a few crumpled snapshots of a life that had looked ordinary until it wasn't: a birthday cake with too many candles, a dog with one floppy ear, a child's handwriting across a drawing of a house. "I left because I couldn't breathe," she said. "I am trying to learn how to breathe again." life life with a runaway girl rj01148030