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hour ago, and they already had paperwork.
The door opened a crack.
Quincy stood there, backpack still on, face pale as bone.
Garrett stood. “You should be with Mrs. Patterson.”
Quincy ignored him.
His eyes met mine.
Then he mouthed one word.
Now.
### Part 8
I asked to use the bathroom.
That was my grand plan.
Not a courtroom speech. Not a dramatic escape. Just continue reading …
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