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front seat, small hands grasping desperately at William’s shoulder. “Don’t make me go. Grandma scares me.”
“Owen, sit back,” William started, but Marsha whipped around, her hand shooting out to grab Owen’s wrist. The boy yelped in pain.
“Marsha—” William swerved slightly, steadying the car.
“Sit down now,” Marsha’s voice was venomous. She released Owen’s continue reading …
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