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Under the couch cushions I found Tyra’s backpack.
The dinosaur blanket sat folded neatly beside old Christmas decorations.
Alan stood silently in the doorway.
I held Micah’s tiny shoe in my hand and felt something inside me finally go cold.
“He didn’t come here for shelter,” I whispered. “He came here for evidence.”
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We need to discuss the kids’ schedule. Come by tonight.
Of course he did.
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