Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

at the flash drive.

Part of me wanted to call the police immediately.

Another part was worried that doing so might put the children in greater danger.

I read the note again.

If our mom disappears.

Not if she gets hurt.

Not if she needs help.

Disappears.

I plugged the drive into an old laptop I rarely used.

There were seven folders.

PHOTOS.

RECORDINGS.

MONEY.

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