The Whisper: My Mother's Twisted Protection

, George and Carol, were

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nes who seemed to se

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the weekend," George d

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id, her arm around Sarah's sh

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here's five hundred dollars in there, honey. And a bus tick

eyes. "Thank you," she

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, Brenda's car pulled

s hear

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voice a low hiss that S

whis

aught in her throat, as her

he concern, it

ened. Carol's eyes

h. "Get your things.

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d her to B

rah's numb fingers. "Your mothe

to the passenger seat, Ca

"Brenda, teach her a lesson she wo

sical blow, knocking t

a was silent, a smug, sa

, the hope that had flicker

re than ever, that sh

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t their own flesh

, terrible origins, something so awf

tion that made any sens