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“It’s on voicemail,” she tells us.
“George, what on earth is going on?”
He stands and hands her the letter.
Her hands fly to her mouth, and she
slumps down into a chair.
Willow insisted on going to the
movies with her friend. She was sick and
tired of being cooped up in the house on
summer break. I hate myself for letting
my guard down. I dial the only person I
