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” Emma said. “I need someone with strong opinions about syrup.”
Lily almost smiled.
Before I left, she grabbed my sleeve.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Is Chloe in trouble?”
There it was.
My daughter, with her scalp cut and her heart bruised, worrying about the child who had watched.
“No,” I said. “Chloe is not in trouble.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
She nodded, but I could continue reading …
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