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Pantry

We were gathering Wyatt’s formula, diapers, Mia’s medication, birth certificates, the little blue blanket Gerald had bought before he died, when Diane said, “There’s one more thing.”

Caleb had been standing by the stove with Officer Reeves near him. His eyes flicked to Diane.

“No.”

Diane walked to the pantry.

It was ridiculous, really. This million-dollar continue reading …