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route, a lie he could build on. He seized it.
“I didn’t want to tell you like this, Dad,” he said, his voice dropping into a fake, compassionate whisper. “We’ve been struggling. She’s been seeing a doctor. Dr. Reed. She must have confused her bottles. She must have taken the wrong dose.”
Dr. Reed. The first piece of the new puzzle. I filed the name continue reading …
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