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Jackie asked.
“Clayton. The trust. All of it. I forgot.”
Clayton shook his head. “You were not supposed to be the guard dog, Celestine. That was my job.”
That was the first time since waking up that I felt something other than terror.
A small, trembling piece of safety.
My parents came back at 3:56 p.m.
I know because Clayton checked his watch.
They walked continue reading …
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