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THUD. The wooden door slams shut behind me. As my eyes adjust to the candlelit dimness inside the chapel, I notice someone seated in the back row, just a few feet away from where I’m standing. A boy. For a moment I wonder if he’s praying - I can only see the back of his head and the tops of his shoulders, messy light ash brown hair catching the candlelight - but I don’t think he’s kneeling in the pew, which is what you’d usually do during prayer. I wasn’t really thinking clearly when I ran in here, but I guess some part of me just assumed that the chapel would be deserted as soon as Morning Prayer was over. It seemed like it would be the perfect place to be alone. I never counted on anyone else having the same idea. I think about leaving the way I came - quickly and quietly, before