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“Laya is my daughter.”
A pause.
Then Mom said, “Children need to learn they aren’t special.”
I looked toward the living room, where Laya sat coloring beside Mr. Brave.
“No,” I said. “Children need to learn they are safe.”
I hung up and blocked the number.
The criminal case moved forward fast enough to make everyone dizzy.
Taryn’s bail was set high. Ivy’s continue reading …
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