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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Mallory Cox?"
"Uh, yes. Who is it?"
"This is Lieutenant Stewards. We believe we have information about your mother, but you need to come with me to the coroner. I'm sorry."
"The coroner?! Why?! What happened?! Is she..." I can't finish that sentence.
"We need you to recognise the body. Please come to the police station and ask for Lieutenant Stewards."
I start shaking, crying, gasping for air. I am on the verge of collapse. After over another month I finally hear something about my mother and it will be most probably bad news.
It is impossible to put in words the fear I feel right now. For the past month, I managed to somehow not think the worst, holding onto the hope she is alright. Turns out it was only empty hopes.
"Mallory? Mallory, what's going on?! Speak!" I hear Margaret's muted voice. As if she's somewhere far
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