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“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Take your time.”
I looked back at the file.
Two children. Ages seven and nine. A grandmother with concerns. A future not yet broken.
This was how walls began.
Not with sirens.
Not with courtroom speeches.
With paperwork, signatures, named trustees, alert thresholds, boring clauses that could become rescue ropes years later.
I drafted a summary continue reading …
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