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Garrett’s lawyer requested that he be allowed to speak to me.
I told Detective Coleman no.
The next morning, Garrett sent a letter anyway.
I did not open it.
Quincy found me holding the envelope over the trash can.
“What does it say?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
I looked at my stepson, my son in every way that mattered, and thought of continue reading …
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