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a page.
“With the court’s permission, I will read one text message sent at 9:39 a.m. from Patricia Lewis to Daniel Lewis.”
Judge Morrison nodded.
Amanda read it clearly.
“Do it now while she can’t check.”
Seven words.
They sounded different in court.
Less like a wound.
More like evidence.
Judge Morrison looked at my mother.
“Mrs. Lewis, you sent that message continue reading …
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