“Officer! Where’s Logan?”
Benny looked at me seriously.
“Rachel, your older son did something extraordinary this morning.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
He shifted Andrew gently in his arms.
“Come inside. There’s something you need to hear.”
And when Logan finally told me what had happened on our elderly neighbor’s porch, I understood why he’d been disappearing on Tuesday evenings for months.
The truth was nothing like what I’d feared.
My name is Rachel.
I’m forty-one years old, and I’ve been a nurse for nineteen years.
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