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framed photo on my desk. Patricia and me at my swearing-in ceremony. The family that mattered.
“How do you feel?” Patricia asked.
“Free.”
Three weeks after the dinner, Clare showed up at the courthouse. Security called my chambers.
“Judge Rivera, you have a visitor. Clare Rivera says she’s your sister.”
“Send her away.”
“She’s insisting it’s important.”
“Ten continue reading …
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