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Danny, Jr.'s POV
It had been nearly a year since dad's passing, and Jess had become more secluded then ever lately, taken locking herself in a room for hours at a time. She had been hit by dad's death the hardest. Mom and I used to try to talk to her when she was in one of her moods, but her responses often came out sounding like croaks, and she was always telling us to go away. She wouldn't even allow Auntie Jazz, who has a degree in psychology, to speak to her.
Whenever she did come out, though, she was often angry and unpredictable. "It's not uncommon for youths to lash out at the world for over a year after the death of a parent." Auntie Jazz said one day when she came over for lunch.
One day, when I was home sick with the flu, I saw Jess come home from school grinning like a child.
"Jess, you look unusually happy today. Something good happen?"
"I am."
"What happened, was Maria upset because her new outfit was ten seconds out of date?"
"I wish." She said, chuckling. "No, I met someone today who could finally help me with my troubles."
"Good for you."
"Thanks."
"So what's the person like?"
"He's about grampa's age. His name's Vlad."
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