Burns. Cigarette burns. At least a dozen of them in neat little rows. Like somebody was keeping count.
I called the police that same hour. They sent out Officer Dale Webber. He took one look at Lily. Wrote something in his notepad. Left.
Nothing happened.
Two weeks later I called again. Webber showed up again. This time he didn’t even get out of his car. Just told me through the window to stop wasting department resources.
That was the day I found out Webber and Lily’s stepdad were cousins.
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