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twenty-five thousand dollars.

Guaranteed.

Enough to pay Emma’s medical bills, fund therapy, and secure a large portion of her college future.

Marjorie recommended accepting.

“A jury might give more,” she said. “A jury might surprise us. This gives Emma certainty.”

Derek looked at me.

I looked at Emma, asleep on the couch with her therapy journal beside her.continue reading …

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