"They were whispering. In the rear view mirror, their faces were goofy, and too close together; when I realized they were about to kiss (something that still shocked me, no matter how often I saw them do it), I turned to stare straight ahead. It occurred to me that if I didn't already know how my mother had died, no power on earth could have convinced me they hadn't murdered her."
— Mar 01, 2026 04:03AM
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