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calls’ do you not understand?” Dad says something I

can’t hear, and Mom fights back: “No. He was your
son. You walked out on him. On us.”
Everyone in the restaurant is looking at me again.
Well, everyone except my cousins, who for once are
just as embarrassed as I am. I almost take comfort in
this fact, until I see that their horrible friend is film-
ing my mom with his Twelve.
Mom continues: “You left and never came back.”
Again, my mind flashes to George. He left and

never came back. Has he found someone special?
“I have to go!” I cry out, pushing past Mom and rac-
ing across the wet, sticky, red-and-white tile floor.
“Jack,” she calls after me, but it’s too late. In a
flash, I’m pushing through the door to the great big
world beyond. I have to find George. I have to find
out where people go when others stop believing in

them, or he’ll never come back.
It’s my fault he’s gone.

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