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is not a bill victims owe to the people who destroyed them.”
Quincy squeezed my hand.
I walked away before they could ask anything else.
That night, I went home, lifted Violet from her crib, and held her against my chest while she slept. Her breath warmed my collarbone. Her tiny fingers opened and closed against my shirt.
Behind me, Quincy stood in the continue reading …
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