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Worse. Like something had gotten torn loose inside her.

David kept talking, too late, useless now. “She called me three weeks after the wreck. From a pay phone. She said if I told anybody where she was, they’d come after you.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. She never said names. She said there was money missing from the insurance office she worked at. She found continue reading …