My daughter made a small cry, instinctive and searching. My arms tightened around her, heart hammering.
“Ray,” I whispered. “Please.”
Nothing.
I called him. Voicemail.
I texted. No reply.
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My daughter made a small cry, instinctive and searching. My arms tightened around her, heart hammering.
“Ray,” I whispered. “Please.”
Nothing.
I called him. Voicemail.
I texted. No reply.