That bright small life crushed, wasted, discarded as carelessly as anempty can. He yowled at her inhis complaining voice and swiped at his whiskers with his paw. He winced at the strident voice in his head. She had never been much for sharingconfidences with other women.
We've been praying for Josh, he said, lowering his volume to a husheddrone. Jesus, Mary, andJoseph. The hair on the back ofhis neck rose. Hannah turned and stared at the woman from the missing children's group.
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