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Dusk

Connor returned home at dusk. As he approached his house, he could here shouting and saw the shadowy forms of his parents in the dining room window.

This in itself wasn’t anything interesting. Connor’s parents often fought after dinner. What was different, however, was that Mari’s bedroom light was not on.

Mari was not home. She never came home that night, or any of the nights that followed.

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