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“Could your aunt have misunderstood?”

Emma looked at him.

“I don’t know what she thought. I know what I did. I didn’t touch Brooklyn. I didn’t try to hurt anyone.”

Her voice cracked, but she did not break.

When she stepped down, I wanted to stand and clap. Instead, I held her as carefully as I had in the hospital hallway and whispered, “You did it.”

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