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“I’ll keep them home today, but I need to make sure that we’re safe.”
The officer nodded.
“Hey, did you give someone my number? A man came to my house this morning. He said he’s Matthew’s father.”
The typing dots appeared instantly.
Then the reply came, fast and panicked.
“Oh my gosh. Charlie, I’m so sorry. Yes, that’s Phil.
I didn’t want to give your number to him, but he wouldn’t stop yelling. He said he had a right to know who gave me money. He has a brother who’s a cop — a dirty one.
He probably ran your number and got your address. I never thought he’d show up like that. I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t want to text back.
I needed… to hear her voice. And that truth surprised me, too.
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