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it.”

Dad entered last, carrying the black folder.

He held it against his chest.

“Mara, come outside. We will discuss this calmly.”

“No. We’ll discuss it here.”

“The children can hear.”

“They heard Vanessa.”

Mom had taken Noah and Ellie toward the car, though whether she meant to comfort them or remove witnesses, I could not tell.

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