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that this wasn’t new for them.
This wasn’t emotional.
It was planned.
I sat there for a long time, replaying the clips over and over.
Each one felt like a piece of something darker than I had imagined.
Fragments of conversations.
References to medication.
Timing.
Money.
Control.
Then another recording started.
A third voice.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
I leaned closer continue reading …
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