My Daughter Died Two Years Ago—Then Last Week, Her School Called and Said She Was Sitting in the Principal’s Office

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“Safe.”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“So why is our daughter alive when she’s supposed to be dead?” I asked calmly. “Don’t lie to me. I already spoke to Dr. Peterson.”

Neil stopped walking.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“You shouldn’t have lied.”

He remained silent.

I stepped closer.

“Start speaking, or I’m going straight to the police.”

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