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My Daughter Called Me From A Hospital Bed

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this Colonel Hart? Janelle’s mother?”

“It is,” I said, my posture sharpening.

“They have her. The Prescotts. They locked her in the guest house.”

My blood ran cold. “Who is this?”

“My name is Maria,” she whispered frantically. “I’ve worked for them for fifteen years. I can’t… I can’t watch it happen again.”

“Happen again?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous.continue reading …

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