PART 3 – When I Finally Entered Amber’s Apartment, the Empty Refrigerator Explained Only Half of What Bentley Had Been Hiding
“Miss Arlene, don't.” Bentley’s voice came through the door. His hand was braced against it from inside, but a ten-year-old boy weighing perhaps seventy pounds was not going to hold …
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