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, I called

nt missing eighteen years ago. I know who took her. My husband, Mark Thomps

ded skeptical but t

full swing. Music,

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than and Olivia, smiling,

froze when

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m went

Ethan asked, stepping forward,

ze fixed on Mark. "Wha

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her," I accused, stepping c

begged. "You're not

ed her. Under the old oak tree

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bride, looke

Grandpa Bill, were rushing to

" my father hissed. "You'r

d to the nearest guests, her voice a

n. Your mother... she's just confused." He lo

nsisted, my voice risin

d sadly. "She need

arm. "Come on, Sarah

! Do you even have a conscienc

for a tiny second. Just

arm. "You're making a scene. Think of Ethan. Think o

," I said, turning back to Mark.

daughter, Mark. Yo