I thought I was doing my sister a favor by watching her kids for an hour. When she finally showed up at my door 11 days later with the police, I realized I’d been set up from the start.
The rain tapped softly against my kitchen window that Friday afternoon, and for the first time all week, I had nothing on my schedule. My small apartment smelled of cheap coffee and lemon cleaner. I sank onto the couch with a book I had been meaning to finish for months.
Then my phone buzzed. Ruth.
I almost let it ring out. My younger sister only ever called when something was on fire, and I had spent 32 years putting those fires out.
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