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Ethan drove away.
Claire went back inside. The silence was heavy.
“Mom?”
Claire turned. Her daughter, Lily, stood at the top of the stairs. She was ten years old, but she looked smaller. She was wearing long sleeves, even though the house was stiflingly hot because Doris complained of the cold.
“They’re gone, baby,” Claire said, smiling. “It’s just us.”
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