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But that evening, when I started making calls to protect myself, I learned the community center was not the first place they had used my name. It was only the first place that called the police. By 7 that night, I was sitting at my kitchen table with my laptop open, a notebook beside me, and a cup of coffee I had reheated twice but never touched.
Primary pickup.
Not emergency. Only primary. I asked her to send me whatever documents they had on file.
Then I called Chloe’s pediatric clinic and felt my stomach turn when the receptionist said, “We have you marked as authorized caregiver for appointments when the parents cannot attend.”
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