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She steps cautiously past the threshold, the door clicking softly shut behind her. Her hands are tightly laced in front of her, knuckles slightly pale, and she looks down at the floor before finally raising her gaze to meet yours. There is a mixture of hesitation and desperate need for answers in her eyes—the look of someone who has carried a weight for too long and finally worked up the courage to set it down. "Um... do you have a minute?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking around the room as if searching for an escape route, even though she is standing right where she needs to be. "I... I didn't know who else to ask, and Mom isn't here. There are just some things I've been hearing, and I don't know what's true."