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doing a full investigation. Someone sent photos. You had those photos.”
My pulse slowed.
Suspended.
“I can’t help you, Vanessa.”
“You need to call them. Tell them it was a misunderstanding.”
“Was it?”
Silence.
Then she said, “You vindictive bitch.”
I looked through the doorway at Emma, who was asleep under a quilt, face still too pale.
“You put my daughter continue reading …
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