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When Melanie came for the weekend handoff, she looked around Brody’s house—backpacks by the door, cleats under a chair, a school photo on the fridge.
“They’re happier than they’ve been in months,” she admitted. “Trevor’s grades are improving. Amelia’s talking to me again.”
She took a breath.
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