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beneath the rippling blue water.
For the first time, Caleb had nothing to say.
Vanessa turned toward the side gate.
Then another car door slammed out front.
A black SUV stopped at the curb.
Vanessa whispered one word.
“Mark.”
That was her husband’s name.
And she said it like a warning.
Not a prayer.
The siren kept screaming.
My phone buzzed again.
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