“You don’t need it either. And neither does Isaac.” Abby sighed. This was not the time to fix years of damage. There was a more pressing case. She took the phone out of her pocket and showed the screen to Eden. “This is Otis Tillman.” Eden leaned on the sink to steady herself. “Where did you find this?” “Your daughter posted it on her Instagram feed. She told me you lived there.” “Yes. But we—” “He recruited you?” “How did you know who—” “How do I know who Otis is?” Abby asked. “He has a police file. He’s a local cult leader. Of course I know him.” She didn’t mention her own obsession with
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