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chest. I step away abruptly, realizing
how this must look, and his arms fall to
his sides.
"What's going on?" He looks at me,
averting my parent's gaze.
My father steps forward with the
letter. “We got this. Willow’s been out
with friends since this morning. She said
she’d be home by five.”
“We tried calling her, but her phone
is on voicemail.”
