Justice For Lily

ife was che

ampaign intern, Caleb. He was young, arrogant, and smelled of cheap cologne and amb

e her political dreams. Our daughter, Lily, was my world. She was six years old, with Nicole' s

ction of late nights, hushed phone calls, and the cold space in our

assigned. Not fired, that would be too obvious. I had him sent to a remote campaign office in the middle of now

a quiet victory, a way

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two days later. Nico

is he,

le?" I asked, playing dumb while

He' s gone. His phone is off. This

wide, curious eyes. I lowered my voice. "He

e. "You think you' re so clever. You have one

wh

he sound of wind and the creak of wood. A video

g in the wind. Behind her, dark clouds were gather

flipped t

ed from the outside with a heavy bolt. I coul

h you?" My v

now. But the weather report says a storm is coming. A bad one.

ified of storms. She' s terrified of the wat

gly calm. "Caleb' s location. Or I leave her here to rid

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f my own ragged breath. My daughter was on that boat, locked in a c