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hoping to steal her piece, everything had gone so wrong. Aria pictured the shoe box at the back of her
closet.
She hadn’t been brave enough to look inside it for years. Maybe Ali’s piece of the flag had decomposed
by
now, just like her body.
“Ms. Montgomery?”
Aria jumped. A dark-haired woman with a microphone stood outside her car. Behind her was a guy
holding
a TV camera.
The woman’s eyes lit up when she saw Aria’s face. “Ms. Montgomery!” she cried, banging on Aria’s
window.
“Can I ask you a few questions?”
Aria gritted her teeth, feeling like a monkey in a zoo. She waved the woman off, started the car again,
and
backed out of the lot. The reporter ran alongside her. The cameraman kept his lens on Aria as she
zoomed
to the main road.
She had to get out of here. Now.
By the time Aria arrived at the Rosewood SEPTA station, the parking lot was almost full with the regular
commuters’ Saabs, Volvos, and BMWs. She finally found a space, shoved a bunch of change into the
meter,
and stood on the edge of the platform. The train tracks were under a rusty trestle bridge. Across the
road
was a pet store that sold homemade dog food and costumes for cats.
There wasn’t a train in sight. Then again, Aria had been so frantic to leave Rosewood Day, it hadn’t
occurred
to her to check the SEPTA schedule. Sighing, she pushed into the little station house, which consisted
of a ticket window, an ATM machine, and a small coffee counter that also sold books about train travel