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up. He grabbed his keys from the counter so hard they clattered. “Is he conscious?” he demanded. “Is he talking?”
“He keeps saying, ‘Don’t let them find me,’” Genevieve whispered. “Mr. Edwards, what happened to your little boy?”
William’s throat burned. His eyes stung. “I’m coming,” he said, voice breaking. “Keep him safe. Don’t let anyone take him. continue reading …
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