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I shouldn’t have been surprised when Ellie didn’t show up for the flamenco class the next day, but I was. I had texted her several times during the day, asking her how she was, begging her to talk to me and let me explain, tell her more about it all so she could make sense of it, but she never answered me.
The rest of my life wasn’t going well either.
My mother kept popping up whenever she wanted, trying to be a part of my life. Like a statue, because she still barely said a word to me. Not even a “how was your day?” or a “aren’t your midterms coming up?” Nothing.
Then there was Artan, who showed up once with orders to take me to Lovell.
“I have classes all day,” I told him, glad it wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t in the mood to face a bunch of happy Romani people, and I wasn’t about to mis
