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be appropriate.”
So I made the call.
I gave them everything I knew. The arrest. The text messages. The practice run. Madison’s anxiety. Taryn’s threats. My mother’s role. The worker on the phone took it seriously, but I could still hear myself shaking.
After I hung up, I found Laya standing in her doorway.
“Mommy?”
I crouched. “Hey, bug.”
“Are you mad?”
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