Address book
Determined, Megan dug through the cluttered drawer of her small kitchen desk until she found her battered address book. Her hands trembled as she flipped through fading ink and crinkled pages. Relief swept over her when she finally spotted Bethany Collins’s name. A phone number and an old address—barely legible but still there. It wasn’t much, but it gave her a direction. A single thread to pull in the mess she’d stumbled into.
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