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“Ethan,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady, “did Grandma take you to a building? Were there other people there?”
His lip trembled. “I promised.”
“Forget the promise. Daddy needs to know.”
But he just shook his head, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. He wasn’t going to tell me. Not tonight. Maybe not ever, depending on what psychological continue reading …
