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“I’ll do my best,” I said.
Inside, there were benches, a sleepy clock, and a judge with half-moon glasses and the demeanor of someone who has watched every kind of family tear itself apart.
Norah’s attorney sounded expensive. Mine was Eva, holding a folder so thick it looked like it had its own gravity.
Norah went first. Her voice was calm, clinical.continue reading …
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