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Thorn. The next morning, we step into the pack house after spending the night elsewhere. There seems to be a lot of hired workers who are offloading things from a vehicle parked outside. Delilah hasn’t stopped chuckling ever since we got to the front door and the moment we look up, Aunt Susan is standing in front of us with her arms crossed. She clears her throat and forces our attention. “The both of you spent the night outside?” Aunt Susan asks and her face is animated with a stubborn emotion. Her eyebrows furrow, while she uses her hands liberally to gesture her words. “Um, well, it’s Delilah…she left the pack house and I had to find her.” Thorn says and Delilah widens her eyes. “Thorn! How dare you…” Delilah tries to say and Aunt Susan rolls her eyes at the both of us, “What is