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Maya never looked away from me.

“You said she died.”

I heard the accusation in it because it was there.

And because I heard it, I got angry. Not at them. At the whole rotten thing.

“I said what I was told.”

My voice came out too loud. Emma flinched.

I put both hands on the counter and lowered it. “I buried a casket. I talked to a state trooper in my living continue reading …