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over the cemetery entrance.
A car turned in.
Garrett’s car.
### Part 5
I shoved the notebook under my cardigan and pulled Quincy behind Claire’s headstone just as Garrett’s headlights crawled across the cemetery.
The beam slid over angels, crosses, plastic flowers, then passed us by. My pulse beat so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Quincy crouched against continue reading …
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