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45. An Important Stranger

作者: Diviney
last update publish date: 2026-04-29 15:04:15

Samantha's POV

My grip tightens on the steering wheel. I don't know which fire to put out first—Timothy who has vanished without a word, or the looming disaster of Father’s Day. I shouldn't have let him resume school this week.

How could I have forgotten? Last year, the school in Carolina only asked for cards. The year before that, Charlie was home with a stomach bug. But this is Manhattan. Everything here is high-stakes, even a school breakfast.

With the cold dread creeping up my spine, I re
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