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Under the couch cushions I found Tyra’s backpack.
Micah’s sneaker was hidden behind storage bins.
The dinosaur blanket sat folded neatly beside old Christmas decorations.
Alan stood silently in the doorway.
“He planned this,” he said quietly.
I held Micah’s tiny shoe in my hand and felt something inside me finally go cold.
“He didn’t come here for shelter,continue reading …
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