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.......... Elora ......... “Thank you for the help,” Zane’s mother says, as I place down the dishtowel after helping her with the dishes. I smile at her and bid her goodnight. It’s after 8 pm and I was helping her clean up. It’s been over three months now that I have been living here and they have treated me like one of their own. They have been amazing and as weird as it feels for me to say, Zane has been great too. My leg has healed but I'm still very cautious when I walk. When I first heard my family hadn't been seen, I still had hope that they were alive, hiding somewhere. I broke after finding my home in ashes, but I still didn't want to give up. I tried calling their numbers, calling everyone’s number, even Hudson’s, but the numbers weren’t working. And that's when I finally let