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scared. Don’t look angry. Don’t let them know you believe the child.
Quincy sat across from me at the table, cutting his carrots into tiny equal squares. Garrett talked about a development deal near Savannah. Nadine asked whether I had prayed since the appointment. Vernon stared at his plate.
“No,” I said.
Garrett’s fork stopped.
Nadine dabbed her mouth continue reading …
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