mi'
ost electric sil
et. My eyes were locked on Raymond's. His face was expressionl
softly. More of a question
shut the d
ied, "I
i
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to the box
aking. "Did you foll
tly. "Those weren't from me. T
ing his face would
when I sent that sample from lost-and-found at th
mach t
sted M
five years back," he claimed, his voice firmer. "The woman who departed from
oked
osed to happen,"
y sound. "No, I guess no
secret I'd ever kept. I clutched it to my ch
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s sh
g, that name had n
wly t
nize you?" he asked. "Not
g broke
uietly fro
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ves had heard too many things. I did not go all the way to our room. I could
paternity
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rinted in bl
ned M
about it, Sh
up against my chest. My chest was shuddering, but not crying.
as f
re, then how long befo
at if the anonymous
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that
truggling to breathe,
mothers do when they al
your head," she replied, taking a
mile. "Think
rl in the photo that
ped br
ut her hand with a photo of Miranda in sch
Beatrice murmured.
"She's e
She gazed at me.
lowed.
Alexa
o
s with darkness. He does not require motivation to strike that which does
er. "You actua
ize their work," she said. "And Naomi." Her vo
tar
r. Alexander may not have. Raymond may have
e her with no
went on. "But your ey
her hand
alone," sh
since moving into thi
-
ond'
o the room. I hadn't e
t the paternity report. Miranda Thom
ch
d a
had kept h
wers. But another part of me was aware that I had no right. Not after
lied,
se-some
en. The angles, the timing. whoever did
her in
was M
-
mi'
g out over the city lights. Each light reminded me just how far I'd tr
ly creaked op
ym
not eat,"
't h
ing. We stood there in silence
ed, saying,
ance at him.
ng last
to know sooner. I just... I didn
ve hel
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o. You know me. You know t
rt de
whispered. "She used to beli
gazed
I told him. "big muscles.
t an angle. "She go
ut it was s
," I told him. "Those pictures... s
sed. "
know they'
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kage the ne
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lded piece of
to know who
mind racing, and plu
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from falling.
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lip, everyt
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ht stand with t