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“I told you Delphine was different.”
“You told me Claire was different too.”
The words hung in the cold air.
Quincy pressed his face into my side.
Nadine continued, lower now, but the cemetery carried sound strangely.
“The girl is too curious. She asks the wrong questions. She listens to that child.”
“That child is my son,” Garrett snapped.
“And still breathing continue reading …
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