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Shoes covered our entryway.
Pizza boxes and soda cans crowded the kitchen island.
A group of strangers had taken over our house while our children were supposed to be sleeping.
And my nonverbal autistic son was standing at the center of it.
Maya froze near the couch.
She was 17, with dark curls and the same gentle smile she wore every time she babysat.
That smile was gone.
« Mrs. Carter, » she said. « You’re home early. »
« What is happening? »
Maya glanced at Leo.
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