Chapter 45 Chapter Forty-Five: Whiteout

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I don't get in the bed.

I stand there in the dark with my pillow, and the wind screaming against the window, and her holding the blanket open, and I say the thing I've been carrying since I was nineteen.

"It was my father."

She goes still.

"The voice Eli remembers," I say. "In the tunnel. ...

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