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Jessica and Lily sank into beanbags in the den with squeezable yogurt and Disney Channel. Gran napped upstairs, and Mark Graber curled up on the living room sofa with the Browns game on very low. The lullaby of announcers and cheering fans brushed like tiny waves off the wood paneled walls. Only the occassional seagull of the referee's whistle made it to the kitchen, where the oldest Graber child quietly did her homework. Her long, brown hair pulled back into a single ponytail -- a style she wore only in the solitude of a Sunday afternoon -- Sara's face was one of tidy angles: The lean nose bridge, cheekbones pushed out by as if by inner thumbs and the crisp arc of her left temple resembled the dots of an uneven constellation. It was the result of massive reconstructive surgery, necessitated by a cruel and shadowy incident that took place last summer and of which no one spoke...