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They’re at my parents’ house.”
The woman on the phone went quiet.
That silence was worse than screaming.
“Ma’am,” she said gently, “they were not inside a house when they were found.”
The coffee cup slipped from my hand and hit the floor. Brown liquid spread across the white tile like a stain I would remember forever.
“My oldest,” the nurse continued, “was continue reading …
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