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the female officer asked.
My mouth went dry. “Yes. That’s me.”
She looked tired in the way people look tired when they already know a family story is going to be messy.
“We received a report from your mother.”
I gripped the edge of the door. “What did she say this time?”
The officer opened a folder. Inside was a printed photo of Chloe crying in a half-zipped continue reading …
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