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them the keys to the front gate,” Frank said, his voice quiet.

I took the paper back, folding it slowly so he would not see my hand shaking.

I walked back to the nursery at noon, the gravel crunching under my flat shoes. The driveway was empty, but the side door to my office was slightly ajar.

When I pushed the door open, Maeve was sitting at my desk.continue reading …