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CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

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28, headlights swept across the curtains.

I stood so fast my chair scraped the floor.

The front door opened.

Taryn walked in alone.

She held a Target bag in one hand and her phone in the other. She looked flushed, annoyed, and completely empty of fear.

I looked behind her.

No Laya.

My voice came out small.

“Where is my daughter?”

Taryn lifted one eyebrow.

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