Fiction | January 21, 2016

Missy heard that her mom was in the hospital, had been assaulted in her own home, from a second cousin who had listened to the whole thing on her police scanner. “As soon as I heard the name June Weaver, I figured I should tell somebody. It sounds bad, Missy.”

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