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table with a thick folder in front of her. The folder felt heavier than the table itself.
“The children will need temporary placement,” she said in a careful, gentle tone.
“Together?” I asked.
She did not answer right away. She did not have to. Her silence said it for her.
From the hallway, I heard Lila let out a small, broken sound. The sound of a child continue reading …
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