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at my feet, was how calm I felt.
Not the numbness of shock. That had passed.
This was something cleaner.
I had a direction, a legal process, a deadline, and a goal.
I had, in other words, a future.
Linda and Derek had mistaken my grief for weakness and my silence for paralysis.
They were watching me. I could feel it, waiting for me to crack or collapse or continue reading …
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