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things. While Ethan was inside, we’d be outside recording every second.
But there was risk. If Chelsea suspected anything, she could act—hurt Ethan again, or worse.
“Grandma,” Ethan said, reading my concern, “I want to do this. I have to. Not just for me—for Paul, for the other children, for everyone she hurt.”
I looked into his eyes. He was no longer continue reading …
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