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had said.
I remembered smiling.
I remembered pretending it did not bother me.
But at 5:42 p.m., overkill became documentation.
Caleb saw my hand move toward the panel.
His face changed before I pressed it.
“Marissa.”
His voice sharpened.
“No.”
I pressed once.
The siren tore through the backyard.
Sharp.
Brutal.
Impossible to ignore.
Dogs erupted down the block.
Curtains continue reading …
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