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“Is there something you need to tell me?” she’d asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” I’d said.
At the time, I believed staying silent was the honorable thing to do.
Now it felt like I had closed a door between us.
Jackson unfolded Gwen’s letter.
It contained directions to Gwen’s house and suggested stopping at a motel if the children needed to rest.
Clara had taken Aria and Shaun on a short visit to see her sister.
Work had overwhelmed me, so they traveled without me.
When Clara hadn’t called by nine that evening, I phoned Gwen.
“Is Clara there?”
“Andrew, they never arrived.”
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