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mother.

I almost let it ring.

Then I thought about the email, the attachments, the way Camille had cried like a victim while sitting in the middle of a mess she had helped create.

I answered.

“Are you somewhere safe?” Martin’s mother asked.

For a moment, I could not speak.

Of all the things I expected from her, concern was not one of them.

I expected accusation.continue reading …