One Mark on My Shirt Changed Everything—When My Mother Finally Saw the Footage, She Lost Control

This is criminal.”

“I called an attorney first,” I told her. “Fiona Cross. She specializes in this kind of case. We have a meeting tomorrow at nine.”

Simone reached across the table and took my hand, her grip tight and warm and real. “I’m sorry for not believing you.”

“You saw evidence,” I said, squeezing back. “You reacted like anyone would have.”

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