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“Mia?” I pushed myself up, my heart already racing. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide and glistening.
“I found something,” she whispered. “Inside Mr. Buttons. It fell out.”
She held out a folded piece of paper.

“Dad hid this.”
At first, I almost dismissed it. Mia had been asking more questions lately—about her father, about continue reading …
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