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Then there was a knock at the door. Not a friendly knock. A firm, official knock. I wiped my face fast and opened the door.
A police officer stood on my porch. Young. Clean cut. Serious.
Just listen to him and get in the car.
« Are you Linda? » he asked.
I nodded because my throat wouldn’t cooperate.
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