A Little Girl Called 911 Crying, “Daddy’s Snake Got Out Again…-tete

lamps, water bowls, shed skins, and locks. There were feeding charts clipped to boards. Tongs. Gloves. Plastic tubs labeled with dates.

Ortiz swept her flashlight across the room and froze.

On the far wall were photographs.

Dozens of them.

Not family photos.

Pictures of snakes.

Each photo had a name written beneath it.

Eve.

Mara.

Judith.

Ophelia.

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