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“David Johnson?” he repeated.
“Yes.”
Then came the words that made the room fall completely silent.
“Are you the baby?” he asked.
I felt my stomach drop. “What did you say?”
“Are you Marcus?”
The judge had stopped speaking. The prosecutor lowered his file. Even the clerk’s typing had stopped.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “I’m Marcus.”
The old man closed his eyes,continue reading …
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