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vaguely, her eyes distant, as if she was listening to a voice no one else could hear.
Sometimes, late at night, Grace thought she heard murmurs through the locked bedroom door — hushed conversations, a sob, or Ethan’s voice speaking softly, too gently for comfort.
Each time she asked, Ethan brushed it off. “Mom gets frightened easily,” he said. “She continue reading …
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