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first time it happened after sentencing, I found her sitting on the floor beside her bed, glow stars shining faint green above her. Mr. Brave lay in her lap.
“I dreamed Mommy didn’t come,” she whispered.
I sat beside her.
“I will always come.”
“But what if someone tells me to wait?”
“Then you find a safe grown-up and say, ‘Call my mommy now.’”
She practiced continue reading …
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