Anything he could do. Eden wanted to claw his eyes out. He’d seen her son being taken, and said nothing. Didn’t call her. Or the police. Went on with his day like nothing had happened. “How’s Gabrielle doing?” Frank asked softly. “She’s doing fine,” Eden said automatically. “Tell her I said that if there is anything I could do, you can call me. I’d be glad to help. That’s why I’m here. I want to help. I want—” She couldn’t listen to him anymore. She strode away, her head pounding, fists clenched tight. The officer led her outside, and she walked in a daze back to her car, slumped into the
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