Hoping for an explanation
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They walked across the lot in silence. Megan’s shoes crunched softly on the gravel. Robert stayed close to her side, protective without saying a word. Mr. Holloway trailed just a step behind.
Megan kept wiping her sweaty palms against her jeans, her mind swinging wildly between dread, guilt, and a desperate hope that Beth could explain everything.
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