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At my twins’ funeral, with their tiny coffins before me, my husband arrived beside his mistress and hissed, “God took them because He knew what kind of mother you were.”

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of voice command records and every device connection inside the house.

One connection appeared every night at two in the morning: a prepaid phone connected to our garage Wi-Fi. Detective Miller traced the signal to Margot. Most of the recovered messages were incomplete, but one sentence survived deletion:

“Make sure the rear tire goes first because she continue reading …

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