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weather.
Then my mother tried to speak to me.
“Celestine,” she said, turning in her chair. “Please. We never meant—”
I looked at Clayton.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
Judge Morrison’s voice snapped through the room.
“Mrs. Lewis, the no-contact order begins now. Ms. Lewis has made her position clear. You will respect it.”
My mother’s mouth closed.
It was the continue reading …
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