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Mom was found dead of a self-inflicted knife wound with a note: You’ll never find her. Don’t even try.
You have to wear special sunglasses because you haven’t seen daylight in eleven years.
I tell you, “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to,” because I can see in your eyes that you think you do. When Dad goes to take your plate away, you pull back fast. You whimper a little, like you think he’s going to hit you. It gives Dad pause. Sure, we both know you got roughed up while you were gone. That goes without saying. But knowing it and seeing it are two different things.
A tear leaves her eye, weaves down her cheek. I’m moved by the sudden show of emotion.
I knew it! I had a feeling about her. ...
I tell Bea that I think we should skip the Tebows’ house. Something about going to the home of a missing woman to inquire about another missing woman feels in poor taste. But Bea disagrees. “We should go to their house because of the similarity, not despite it,” she says, and I know then that she’s right.
Absolutely agree! Why woyld you not?
I wonder if he’s the kind of man capable of hurting his wife. And if he is, is he the kind of man capable of hurting Meredith and Delilah? But why would he?
A body has been found.
in case they turn out to be dodgy. For all the horror stories you hear about Craigslist—people being lured to strange homes by classified ads, only to be murdered when they arrive—it seems smarter this way. It makes me feel safer to meet in a public spot.
I would never meet clients in a new anything. They wany my services, they come to my coffee spot, where everyone knows me.
“Meredith Dickey,” I say, smiling. “Shelby Tebow,” she says, shaking mine. “You want some coffee?” she asks. I do. The fatigue is taking over. Without caffeine, I don’t know how much longer I can last on my feet.
whaaaaat!
She isn’t sure she can trust her husband to be there for her during the birth—physically, emotionally or otherwise.
What I notice is that Shelby wears sunglasses, though we’re inside and outside the day is gloomy and gray.
Abuse *
