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I looked at the clock in the living room. It was 9:30 p.m. The men were still not home. I grew worried as each minute ticked by.
I hoped that tonight was the night they would bring Rebecca home.
So I sat on the sofa in my nightdress with my robe around me. I waited. I prayed that by some miracle Rebecca was going to appear in front of me, safe and sound.
But again, tonight that wasn’t the case.
The men walked through the doors, and I jumped to my feet, looking wildly around them for any sight of Rebecca. When I saw their heads hung down, their shoulder sagged with yet another night filled with defeat, my throat closed up.&nbs
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