one. "Is this Mrs. Jennifer Lester? We have your husband, Ethan L
med, dropped the phone, and c
cold, hard stone in my chest. I let a beat of s
said, my voice as flat as the
ung
let it go to voicemail. I knew Ethan. He was a manipulator, but not a patient one. His plan
my parents' landline, which I could hear from my bedroom, began to
spital just called! It's Ethan! And
e. Use my own family's
I said, my voice dripp
r, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity
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