The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

Clara looked at the teddy bear beside her hip.

The dollar store bear.

Its cheap little eye was already loose.

“There’s Ben,” she said.

Detective Sloan took out a small notebook.

“And Tasha. And the baby who coughs.”

She swallowed.

“And Isaac, but he doesn’t talk now.”

My stomach turned.

“Where?” Sloan asked.

Clara pinched the paper gown between her fingers.

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