Lucy’s words didn’t make sense at first.
My mind tried to reject them, like it had done with every painful thought about that day five years ago.
“The police lied to you…” she repeated, her voice shaking. “Dad left a note in my teddy bear.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe properly.
“Lucy,” I said slowly, sitting up in bed, “what are you talking about? That teddy bear has been in your room since you were a child.”
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