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0500.”
Five hours.
They had five hours left of their perfect life.
“Do you want to be there?” Miller asked.
I thought about my childhood house.
Family dinners.
The way my father used to look at me before he decided I wasn’t enough.
“Yes,” I said. “I want to see it.”
“Park down the street,” Miller warned. “Stay in your vehicle until the scene is secure. Do continue reading …
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