“We got it after . . .” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing. The memories from that night replayed in my mind so vividly that I had to shake the humiliation and fear away. I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to forget for the thousandth time. “After what?” Elliott asked. “After the Masons came home to find my mother in their house.” “What?” Elliott said. “It was after the first time I reported her to DHS, about six months after Mr. Calhoun passed,” Mrs. Mason said. “So . . . was she just walking around or what?” Elliott asked. Mrs. Mason paled. “She was hiding under our bed.”
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