At three in the morning, my daughter called me and begged me to come immediately
It was Sarah’s phone. Mark stared at it. For the first time that morning, he stopped pretending to grieve. “Where did you get that?” “Why?” His eyes shifted toward the front door. “The police said they couldn’t find it.” “I know.” That was one of the first things that had bothered me. If Sarah had…
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