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Snowed In: Chapter Twenty One - navessa allen
ELLA “Oh my God,” I whisper, my hand over my mouth as I stare down at my phone in horror. Across its screen is splashed a series of photos of Ben and Hani in a hallway of the rehabilitation center in Boston where he had his testing done. In one, they’re hugging. In the next, Hani is crying. And then the final one shows him leading his son away as though he had to physically support him. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. The story is from six o’clock last night. What time did I fall asleep to have missed this? I read through the article in a blind panic, my eyes flying over the screen as I try to keep myself from fearing the worst. It becomes clear quite quickly that the writer doesn’t know anything. They’re only jumping to the same conclusions that I am from how upset Ben and his dad look. I click on another link, and then another, until I come to the story that started it all. It was a smaller Boston news channel that first published the picture of Ben walking into the clinic that morning. No wonder I missed it. The …