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But the look in her eyes told him something else.
He turned to the girls.
“Why don’t you go play in the other room for a bit?”
Reluctantly they left, glancing back at Rachel as if afraid she might disappear.
When they were gone, Ethan stepped closer.
“That song,” he said quietly. “My wife sang it every day.”
Rachel looked down, silent.
And Ethan realized something was very wrong — or very mysterious — about the woman who had somehow reached his daughters when no one else could.
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