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in your vehicle’s glove box during the tow. We need you to come with us.”
The silence that followed was louder than the storm outside.
Courtney looked up, her eyes wide and vacant, like a doll whose string had been pulled too tight. She didn’t look at the police.
She looked at our mother, begging for permission to speak, begging for a way out.
But Catherine continue reading …
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