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Angela
I kept expecting a phone call. Levi had said he would call as soon as he had any information. But my cell phone had remained frustratingly silent all afternoon, although Margot sent me a text a little past four, a text that was really just a picture of the three children playing together, Ian and Emily building what looked like the beginnings of a log fort in the expansive backyard of Lucas and Margot’s property, while Margot’s daughter Mia looked on, apparently supervising.
Despite everything, I had to chuckle. Mia was that rare child who always managed to make things work so she never got dirty. Sometimes I wished my own daughter was even half as neat — it would have made my life a lot easier, especially when laundry day rolled around — but then, she wouldn’t be Emily if she
