to work.
The house felt painfully quiet without Ava. No cartoons, no toys on the floor, no tiny voice asking for apple juice.
Then my phone rang.
It was Miss Greenwood again.
“Mrs. Carter… I’m sorry to bother you. I don’t even know how to explain this.” Her voice was trembling. “I was reviewing the security footage, rewatching the day Ava got sick…”
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