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reddish mark, the size and shape of a h

p on the couch, alone. They put her there

outside, their phones out, filming the flashing lights a

r on the scene. "He kept saying she wasn' t his baby,

himself. We even recorded a bit of it, just in case

, from earlier, my voice strained and desperate. "Where is my son? This

video to me, then to the dead

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re, it was a tragic accident. Now, it was cold-blooded mu

in my gut. The confusion was gone. I was bei

moved toward me,

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