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I didn’t call the police. I couldn’t. Instead, I reached out to a contact Ben had mentioned in passing years ago—an investigative journalist who had once looked into corruption in our town. By dawn, I had a plan. I would take the note, the teddy bear, and the remaining shreds of my dignity, and I would tear down the wall of lies that Aaron had built. The truth is a dangerous thing to uncover, but for the sake of the husband and sons I lost, I would walk through fire to make sure that justice, long overdue, finally found its way home.
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