PART 2-My Daughter Had Been Dead for Ten Years When Her Phone Number Lit Up My Kitchen at 12:07 A.M. — What I Heard When I Answered Made Me Drop the Phone
Marisol walked toward the old man. She no longer looked like a fragile shadow. Behind her were the others, and behind the others, small lights—like fireflies rising from the well. …
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