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“Lynn's father is calling. I wonder why they are calling at this time of the night. I hope everything is alright,” I say to my wife, and she rushes down to me quickly and grabs my phone. She is just nervous about everything, and she may feel like this call is going to bring a solution although it is not related. . .
She picks up and turns around, turning her back against me as she walks forward, away from me and towards the stairs. While she is exchanging greetings with Lynn's father, she turns around and strolls back to me.
“Yes. I am Kimberly's mother. Yes, David's wife,” Laurel says to him through the phone and my heart begins to pump fast.
I have no idea what they are talking about, but if it concerns Lynn, it is also very likely that
