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Then Sabrina whispered:
“You’re recording family now?”
There it was.
Deflection.
Not denial.
“I record my home,” I corrected calmly.
Another silence.
Longer this time.
Then finally:
“What do you think you saw?”
That question settled everything for me.
Innocent people ask what happened.
Guilty people ask what you know.
I looked toward Harper sleeping beneath soft continue reading …
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