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was Madison. Slowly, she began to trust him. But even as she let him come closer, her eyes flicked toward the trunk again. Rick followed her gaze and asked gently, “Madison, what’s in the trunk?”
Before she could answer, he heard it—a faint, heartbreaking sound. A whimper. The sound of a small child crying.
Rick froze. Madison’s face crumpled. “Please,continue reading …
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