When the door is locked, Jackie feels safe to breathe, at least for a few moments. She slides down against the heavy door, until she's sitting on the floor again, and then her arms are wrapped once more around her legs, staring at the floor without really seeing it there.

What was she going to do now? Now that Jem knew, the others would know. Mouse, Charley... they'd all treat her different. She wouldn't be the Artful Dodger, not to them anymore.

She looked up slowly. "...What?"