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Prologue
I stood in front of the window. Peering out, I saw several policemen patrolling outside.
"Jack!" I called, turning away from the window. My brother emerged from his small, dirty room with a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Jack?" I repeated. He glanced in my direction but he wouldn't meet my eyes. "Jack? What's in the bag?"
"Clothes," he said.
"Why?"
"I can't stay here."
"Okay. Hold on, lemme get my stuff." I turned to walk into my room, but Jack grabbed my arm.
"No," he said. I looked at him, confusion giving way to fear.
"Why?" He glanced at the floor.
"You hafta stay here." I wrenched my arm out of his grasp.
"What? Are you crazy?! The police'll take me to the refuge if they find me! I hafta go with you!" Jack backed off towards the door.
"No, you hafta stay here."He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. The door swung open with a loud creak.
"Jack! Don't leave me here!" He chanced one last glance back at me.
"I'm sorry, sis!" Then he was gone.