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picked her up before daycare. She bought coffee for me and a smoothie for Ava.”
A horrible feeling crawled up my spine.
“What kind of smoothie?”
“Strawberry banana.”
My voice came out hollow.
“What was in it?”
Mark looked down.
“I don’t know. Fruit… yogurt maybe…”
“And dairy.”
Silence.
Ava had a severe dairy allergy.
Life-threatening.
Everyone close to us knew continue reading …
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