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preparing to destroy my credibility if I resisted.
I slowly pulled my phone from my hoodie pocket. The screen was cracked, but it was still alive. The red recording bar glowed like a tiny heartbeat.
Evan saw it first.
His smile vanished.
“What is that?” he whispered.
I pressed one button.
The audio file uploaded.
Mom’s face drained. “Claire…”
My voice came continue reading …
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