get out! Get out now! You have maybe forty-five minutes or an hour until he gets home.” By now Janice was pleading.

“I don’t know what to say …” She felt completely numb.

“Go!” Janice paused. “And Amanda … good luck.”

“Thanks.” Chelsea had grabbed what she could, threw it into her pickup and she and Hank had raced north. The full weight of what had happened didn’t sink in until much later.

Chelsea sat down on the sofa and put her face in her hands.

The tears began to fall. Slowly at first, then harder, with great, wracking sobs. She collapsed face first on the sofa and gave free rein to her painful emotions. She was totally out of control, pounding the sofa cushions with her clenched fists, releasing a wild...

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