Adele touched my arm. “Please, Dad. Let me handle it.”
“You don’t know what this will do.”
“I know what her lie is already doing.”
I looked at my daughter — still the girl I had watched on the stairs, but no longer little. “What will you do with it?”
“Only use it if she lies. If she doesn’t, it stays closed.”
I fetched the box from its
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