edge of the table, ignoring the heavy splint, and threw her tiny arms around her mother’s neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Evelyn chanted, kissing Maya’s hair, her face, her tears mingling with her daughter’s. “He told me he took you to another state. He told me if I called the police, he would hurt you. Oh god, my baby. My brave baby.”
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