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turn around.
Across the street, the police station stood in the pale morning light.
For one second, I stopped on the curb, shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone.
My wedding ring felt heavy on my hand.
Then I crossed the street.
Inside, I walked to the front desk, opened the recording, and told the officer I needed to report a crime.
As I stood there,continue reading …
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