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Laura thought her niece’s withdrawn silence, repeated outfits, and distant eyes were just part of being 15. But one quiet afternoon, she found something far darker on her niece’s phone. What messages could turn a responsible teenager into someone slowly disappearing, and who was sending them?
Six months ago, I moved into my sister Jenna’s house, and honestly, I didn’t expect to still be sleeping on her lumpy couch in January.
One minute, he was grilling burgers in the backyard, and the next, he was lying on the kitchen floor with half his face drooping. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive, but luck is a funny word when you’re talking about a 43-year-old man who can barely move his left side.
Jenna needed help. Real help.
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