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LYRIC

My eyes widened like saucers. For a moment, my heart seemed to stop beating.

My kids were with Marta? How?

With shaky fingers, I dialed the number. Fortunately, it went through.

"Penelope?"

"Lyric. Oh, thank goodness you called. Did you get my text?"

"Y—Yes. What do you mean they're with...

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