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“Do you know why Renata’s identity documents were in Chloe’s closet?”
My mother said, “She must have planted them.” The sentence came too fast. Even the male officer noticed.
I said, “I changed my locks yesterday afternoon. You couldn’t get in anymore.”
My mother’s eyes flicked to me. There it was. Not grief. Not confusion. Calculation.
The female officer continue reading …
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