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to be safe. And Meadow, though quieter after spending time at Judith’s house, always bounced back by bedtime.
Until she didn’t.
The morning I dropped her off, Meadow held me tighter than usual. Her hair smelled like strawberry shampoo. A purple ribbon sat at the end of each braid.
Judith opened the door in a navy cardigan, already irritated.
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