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chapter 413

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Point of View: Elena

“If anyone so much as looks at my daughter again, I will not be polite. I will not be calm. I will be the worst thing you have ever met.” I was shouting into a phone that had already gone dead.

Alexander drove. I do not remember the road. I remember my knees shaking against the dashboard and my thumbnail pressing a half moon into my palm. I remember saying Claire’s name under my breath, over and over, like a prayer.

“She is at drama practice,” Alexander said. “Ten children,
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