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think can help. “Creed, it’s Willow. I
think they have her.”
My father calls Cohen to check if she
went home. The chances of that are slim,
but it’s worth a try. Cohen shouts down
the phone so loudly, my father has to cut
the call. "He's on his way," Dad tells me
as he lifts me to my feet. My legs feel like
jelly as he leads me to the living room.
Mom sits beside me on the couch. Her
hands wrap around my cold fingers. "We
