I remember telling my sister Renee about it on the phone that night, whispering like I was reporting a discovery. I told her every detail. I told Karen, whose son was one of Lucas’s classmates. I told the woman at the salon.
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He came home the following Thursday with his backpack hanging off one shoulder and his face wiped clean of everything.
« Did you see Ava today? »
« Hey, » I said. « How was… »
« Fine. »
« Lucas, honey, did something… »
« I’m going upstairs. »
« Did you see Ava today? Did you give her… »
« Tyler and his friends were there. »
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