The McPhersons hadn’t been expecting a delivery that morning, but their doorbell rang at 7:03 while they were eating breakfast. Blain left his bowl of oatmeal and trudged to the door, fully expecting to give a fake smile to some hapless postal worker or delivery person and sign for a package with as little chit … Read more
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