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I fell in love with a man whose language I didn’t understand but thought I did. He and I would spend hours in cafés, drinking coffee and smoking, and he must have told
A Lost Prayer
Late July The music was still playing when Dalton Changoor vanished into thin air. Marlee, Dalton’s young wife, had only realised he was gone when the winds swept up the yellow tarp that usually covered his red Chevrolet pickup. The tarp now thrashed
