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Nothing came out.
I gestured toward the box.
Names. Everything.”
Harper’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.
Blake’s mom whispered, “Harper… honey… no…”
Harper started crying then. Big, shaking sobs.
“I didn’t mean—” she choked.
I cut in, quiet and lethal.
“You never mean it. You just do it.”
I took one slow breath and looked at Blake.
Or were you just practicing?”
Blake’s lips moved. No sound.
I picked up my purse, turned, and walked into my house.
Behind me, the backyard erupted into shouting.
I heard Blake call my name.
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