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They made children of adults and adults of children.
My phone rang.
Mom.
I answered.
She sounded hollow.
“Preston was arrested.”
“I heard.”
“Can you help him?”
The question landed like a stone dropped into an old well.
I closed my eyes.
“With what?”
“Lawyers. Bail. Something.”
“Mom.”
“He’s scared.”
“I’m sure he is.”
“He asked for you.”
That broke something small in continue reading …
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