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her knees up to her chest.
“Go up to your sister’s room, sweetheart,” I said, my voice low and steady.
She did not ask why, but scrambled up the stairs, her small bare feet making no sound on the runner.
I walked to the door, turned the brass deadbolt, and pulled the heavy oak panel open just enough to see his face.
Andrew stood on the brick porch, his continue reading …
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