The Two Dead Daughters

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It was the Fourth of July. Mark was supposed to pick up our twin daughters from school. Then his freakin' "soulmate," Brenda, calls, and he just dumps the kids on the side of the road, tells me to get them.

I had to ditch a client meeting, rushed over there.

But I was too late.

Our older daughter, Lily, was hit by a car, thrown like a ragdoll. Mia, my baby Mia, was barely clinging to life, screaming about how much it hurt and calling for her dad.

The ambulance wasn't there yet.

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