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My mother looked at me like I had betrayed the family by letting facts speak. My father’s face tightened. He knew Officer Briggs was not going to be charmed.
Because they hadn’t. The adults had. That mattered.
I was not going to let anyone turn those children into shields. Then I stood up, looked at my sister, and said, “From now on, every request goes through text. No surprise drop-offs, no notes, no assumptions.”
I said, “No, I am refusing to become one without consent.”
Trevor leaned close enough that I could smell his coffee and anger.
I smiled at him for the first time that morning. “Then make sure you spell my name right when you tell the story.”
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