Part 2: The Door That Opened Twice Lucy pressed one hand over Tommy’s mouth before he could make the smallest sound, though his breath burned against her palm. The bathroom …
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“I don’t know. But we can start with you talking to someone. A professional. Not Mom. Not Dad. Someone who will actually tell you the truth.” A long pause. “Okay.” …
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