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I went in to feed the cat and found a house frozen in time—sheets over furniture, stacks of unopened mail, and a baby grand piano covered in handwritten music. On the mantle sat a framed photo of a glamorous young singer.
She was the “lost voice of the sixties,” the woman who had one haunting hit and then vanished without a trace.
At the hospital, I told her I knew. She made me close the door, then confessed: her husband—her manager—was controlling and violent. He sabotaged her career, trapped her with threats, and convinced everyone she was unstable. She fled to survive. Years later, she claimed her daughter died… but that wasn’t the whole truth.
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