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began to shake.
### Part 5
I stared at the email until the words blurred.
I saw what Mom did, but I’m scared to tell.
Mom.
Not Aunt Vanessa.
Mom.
Chloe.
My first instinct was to reply immediately. Are you safe? What happened? Can you talk? But I stopped with my fingers hovering over the keys.
Chloe was seven.
If she had found a way to send this, she had done continue reading …
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