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was enough, a soft wash across wood grain and the edge of a legal pad I’d left out the night before.
My phone lay faceup beside it.
It had been vibrating on and off since I got home last night.
Michael.
Michael again.
A number I didn’t recognize.
Another number I didn’t recognize.
A text from someone labeled “Aunt Carol” with a paragraph of frantic punctuation continue reading …
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