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into the room carrying takeout coffee they did not offer anyone. Mom’s lipstick had been reapplied. Dad smelled faintly like garlic and restaurant air. Vanessa was not with them.
Mom stopped when she saw Clayton.
Recognition flickered across her face.
Then fear.
Not confusion.
Fear.
That told me everything.
“Celestine,” she said too brightly. “You’re awake.continue reading …
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