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“You are the bravest girl in the world.”
I gently set her on the bed and walked over to my nightstand. My hands were shaking so severely I could barely grip the plastic casing of my smartphone.
“Who are you calling?” Emma asked, pulling the duvet up to her chin, the fear creeping back into her voice.
“The police,” I replied, my voice hardening into steel.continue reading …
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