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“That doesn’t explain where you got the shirt you’re wearing,” I called after her as she headed down the hall.
The excuses kept coming:
“We had a costume rehearsal.”
I told myself I was being paranoid. Kids shared things all the time. A hoodie here, a bracelet there. It was normal.
That’s what I repeated to myself as I stood in the kitchen, watching Ellie drop her backpack onto the table. That day, she had on a delicate silver bracelet with a heart charm—something far too expensive to be casual.