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smelled like crayons, coffee, and the lavender detergent I used on Laya’s blanket because familiar smells seemed to calm her.
“Tell me about the family dynamic,” Detective Blake said.
I gave a tired smile. “How much time do you have?”
“As much as it takes.”
So I told her.
About Taryn being the golden child. About Madison being praised for breathing while continue reading …
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