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My daughter hadn’t replied for a week, so I went to her house—my son-in-law said she was away on a trip, but a faint sound from inside made me question everything

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when insomnia found her.

So I drove four hours through rain to the small white house she shared with her husband, Mark.

He opened the door smiling.

Too quickly.

“Claire,” he said, blocking the entrance with one arm. “What a surprise.”

“Where is my daughter?”

His smile twitched. “She’s on a trip.”

“What trip?”

“Some wellness thing. You know Emily. Always dramatic.continue reading …

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