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My sister called me at 12:08 a.m., and at first I almost ignored it. My husband Caleb was asleep beside me, rain tapping softly against the windows while our son Noah spent the weekend with Caleb’s parents. But the moment I heard my sister Mara’s voice, I knew something was terribly wrong. Mara worked for the FBI, and she never called that late unless continue reading …
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