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western sky was orange and pink, like someone had spilled watercolor across the world.
Dominic went looking for his daughters.
Not the living room.
Not the playroom.
Not their bedroom.
Then he heard laughter from the backyard.
He stepped onto the porch and saw them.
Elena and the three girls were kneeling in the soil, hands smeared with mud, clothes streaked continue reading …
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