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notebook?”
“The blue one.”
He glanced toward the kitchen again. His voice dropped so low I barely heard him.
“It’s not safe yet.”
Before I could ask what that meant, the back door opened.
Garrett stepped onto the porch, phone in hand, smile tight.
“There you two are,” he said. “Mom made tea.”
Quincy’s face went blank. Mine almost did too.
Inside, Nadine had continue reading …
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