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in the hospital.”

“She attacked Brooklyn!”

“She asked Brooklyn not to steal her bike.”

“She grabbed her!”

“You hit her with a weapon.”

Vanessa started crying, but it sounded different from Emma’s pain. It sounded angry that reality had stopped obeying her.

“You’re destroying my life,” she said.

“No,” I answered. “I’m reporting what you did with it.”

I hung continue reading …