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Little bits of glass glittered in the carpet.
In Lily’s room, her stuffed animals were scattered. Drawers open. Her favorite blanket wadded up near the closet.
This didn’t look like someone had “stayed over.”
It looked like the aftermath of a party. A big one.
Max stood in his doorway, staring at the broken lamp.
“Did we get robbed?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I said. My voice sounded flat. “Aunt Mandy stayed here, remember?”
His face crumpled. “She broke my stuff?”
“What happened here?”
Dave’s jaw was tight. “I’m calling her.”
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