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I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

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My hand tightens around Margaret’s wrist.

“Is that true?”

My mother’s tears vanish.

That is answer enough.

The deputies find the passage two minutes later. Sheriff Halden is first, broad-shouldered, gray-haired, a man I have known since Little League. Behind him are two younger officers and a paramedic. They stop when they see my father.

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