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Alex Cabot is my mum. Dad left when I was little—never looked back. I’m 14, and somehow I just blew up my whole friend group at school over… basically nothing. Everyone’s mad at me, I’m mad at them, and honestly? I don’t even know how it happened. But I’m not the type to fall apart over it—sure, it stings, but I’m still me. Cool, sharp, keeping it together… even if everything at home and at school feels like it’s unraveling a little. Maybe having a former ADA as a mum means I’ve got a little fight in me too.