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Helen hears him come in. It’s late. He’ll be sleeping on the couch again. There is no way she’s letting that asshole into this room.
But Allan knocks softly on the bedroom door. “Helen, we’ve got to talk about this. I’m going to the police tomorrow.”
“You haven’t gone yet? Why haven’t you gone yet?”
“Shhh, you’ll wake the baby.”
“But I thought you were going to the police today.”
“I wanted to talk to Paul. I want you with me.”
“What did he say?” Helen is lying on the big bed in the middle of the room. She has missed teaching several classes this week but is trying not to think about that. All day, while she lay in bed, the phone was ringing. People leaving messages, wondering where she was. But she didn’t answer it. This missing babysitter has caught up with Helen and has swept
