My Daughter Came Home Shaking With A Wrapped Box — And My Parents’ Sec…

“Let us go pick up Lily.”

I looked back at the courthouse doors.

They were glass.

I could see the hallway inside.

My mother and father were still in there, sitting on the bench, not moving, not speaking.

The evidence bag was in my hand, the bear inside it.

Button’s eyes caught the afternoon sunlight through the plastic.

I would throw it away eventually.

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