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gripped the edge of the table as if he needed it to stay upright.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Please forgive me.”
My heart began to race.
I picked up the papers my mother had brought. My hands shook as I flipped through them. Medical reports. Legal documents. Notes from specialists.
Then I saw the line that made my vision blur.
The injury had not been continue reading …
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