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still startled when metal clanged too loudly.
Claire asked if we wanted to speak.
I had written a statement. Pages of it. Rage, grief, facts, consequences. I brought it folded in my purse.
Then Emma touched my sleeve.
“I want to,” she whispered.
I looked at Derek. His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded.
Claire asked the judge.
He looked at Emma. “Does the continue reading …
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