The concrete mixer’s engine roared as it backed into avid’s yard, drowning out Karen’s hysterical screams from across the fence. You can’t do this. My children have rights. But as the first load of cement poured into the sparkling pool where her kids had trespassed for months, Karen’s face went white. She didn’t know about the cameras.
She didn’t know …
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