My Daughter Said “we Need A Break” Two Days Before Christmas

across my driveway at eleven at night.

My phone lit up.

Renee’s voice on the first voicemail was sharp. “Mom, the entry code isn’t working. What’s going on?”

The second voicemail was quieter. “Mom, please call me back.”

The third was almost a whisper. “Mom… where’s Josie?”

Todd left one message. Just one. “Annabelle, this is ridiculous. Open the door.”

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