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of a bitch.”

“Dan, listen to me.”

I hit the steering wheel with the heel of my hand. “You knew.”

Maya turned in her seat. I put the call on speaker without asking because secrets had done enough damage.

David exhaled hard. “I didn’t know everything.”

“You knew she was alive.”

Another silence.

Then, “Yes.”

Maya made this awful broken noise. Not full crying.continue reading …