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CHAPTER 18: What the Father Hid

Author: Alicia Blake
last update publish date: 2026-10-15 15:01:45

I did not go alone.

I had learned that much, at least. I told Theo and Xander in the hospital corridor, in a whisper, with Houston's door closed behind me and three sleeping children down the hall. Theo wanted to call the police. Xander wanted to go in first. In the end, we did what I should have known we would do, which was something in between: I walked into the container yard at midnight with my phone in my hand and a live line open to Theo, while Xander and four men he trusted waited in the
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