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the phone. Footsteps. A door opening.
Then a small, trembling voice spoke directly into her ear.
“Mommy? Please come get me.”
The phone slipped from her hand and clattered against the kitchen counter.
It was her voice. Grace’s voice. Older perhaps, slightly different, but unmistakably belonging to the daughter she had mourned for two years.
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