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That is not my responsibility. I never agreed to babysit. Officer Briggs looked at the screen, then back at the note, and his expression changed.
My sister and her husband arrived 40 minutes later, loud before they even reached the door. Marissa rushed in, rubbing her stomach, crying that stress was dangerous for the baby. Trevor walked behind her with his sunglasses on, acting like the whole building belonged to him.
He pointed at me and said, “There she is, the aunt who calls cops on little kids.”
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