It was still possible the child might be in safety. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. ‘But for now, I’m taking you home. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. “I’m sorry.
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