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Chapter eight

Irene.

Wednesday is always more exhausting than other days.

Maybe because it's the midpoint of the week. The weekend seemed so far, and the tiredness of the days that had passed washed all over me as I cleaned the stairs again. These days I felt like my back and my feet weren't my own. And it was about to get worse.

It was almost two in the afternoon when I got a text message. It was from Jim, but not his own number. Why? Because he was contacting me from the police station.

I almost dropped my phone. I was literally shaking as I made my way to the fifth floor where I could find Mrs. Doolittle.

I located her quickly and told her to cover for me. I knew I would eventually answer f
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