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\u201cMrs. Davison\u2026\u201d I started, but the older woman was already recoiling, her hand flying to her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, my God,\u201d Mrs. Davison breathed. \u201cLily\u2026 what is that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Lily\u2019s hands flew up to her neck, trying to pull the collar back up, but her fingers were shaking so badly she couldn\u2019t grasp the wool. Tears spilled over her lashes, silent and hot.<\/span><\/p>\n

I knelt beside her, ignoring the murmurs rippling through the line of students behind her. \u201cLily,\u201d I said, keeping my voice level despite the adrenaline flooding my veins. \u201cDid someone put that on you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She flinched away from me, her eyes squeezed shut. \u201cI have to go,\u201d she whimpered. \u201cPlease. If I eat, I\u2019ll get fat. And if I get fat, the lock won\u2019t fit. And then\u2026 then he\u2019ll be angry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The horror of it hit me with the force of a physical blow. Starvation. Control. The lock wasn\u2019t a fashion statement; it was a measuring device. A cage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe need Mrs. Morales,\u201d I told Mrs. Davison, my voice steel. \u201cCall the principal. Now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As Mrs. Davison scrambled toward the kitchen phone, I gently blocked Lily\u2019s path. \u201cYou\u2019re safe here, Lily. You aren\u2019t in trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cMrs. Davison\u2026\u201d I started, but the older woman was already recoiling, her hand flying to her mouth. \u201cOh, my God,\u201d Mrs. Davison breathed. \u201cLily\u2026 what is that?\u201d Lily\u2019s hands flew up to her neck, trying to pull the collar back up, but her fingers were shaking so badly she couldn\u2019t grasp the wool. Tears spilled…<\/p>\n

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