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answered on the fourth ring.
“If you’re calling to tell me I ruined his life, don’t bother.”
“This is Lynette.”
Silence.
Then her voice broke smaller. “Is he okay?”
“Oliver is safe.”
“You know his name?”
“I know he held my finger like he was asking me not to let go.”
She started crying.
I found Gabrielle at the bus station diner, sitting alone with a cold coffee continue reading …
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