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Kevin asking questions
Each party traveled separately to the orphanage so they could not influence the other party on their way over. Kevin gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “Emily, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice filled with confusion and desperation. “What did you mean back there?” Emily stared out the window, her lips trembling. “I can’t tell you, Kevin. If I do, you’ll never look at me the same way again.”
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