Pacing my office, I glare back at the computer screen. An innocent smile, a giggling child, and two parents in the background. Turning away from the screen, I am drawn to the board as i am every time I see that smile.
“Where are you, you little bitch.” The red anger flares up my arms while my eyes dart back and ……
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