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in the hallway—other police, presumably, other people whose job was to manage the fallout of lives exploding without warning.
I turned to Lucas. “Grab your backpack, sweetie. We’re going on a trip.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know yet. Somewhere safe.”
“Is Dad coming?”
The question I’d been avoiding. I knelt down so we were eye to eye. “Dad did some things that continue reading …
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