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“Beatrice, it’s Willow’s Mom. Can I

speak to her?” There’s silence on the end

of the line.

“Mrs. Finley. Uhm, Willow left us

at the mall. She said she had to go home,

that a friend of the family was picking her

up.”

“What time was that?”

“Around two, we’d just left the

movies, and were heading to lunch.”