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CHAPTER 16: THE BABYSITTER (1)

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The house was quiet except for the low hum of the baby monitor on the kitchen counter. Little Sophie had been asleep for two hours, tucked safely in her crib upstairs with the white-noise machine humming. Mark Thompson poured himself a scotch in the dimly lit living room, loosened his tie, and exhaled. His wife, Rebecca, was three days into a week-long conference in New York, some big pharma pitch that would keep her gone until Friday. The house felt too big, too empty.

On the wide sectional s
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