The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

would be too big for her hallway.

The courthouse was beige and modern and smelled like floor wax and old coffee.

Not majestic.

Just administrative.

A place where lives were redrawn under fluorescent light by people who had already seen too much and still kept showing up in pressed clothes.

Daniel looked terrible.

Gray. Hollow. Rumpled.

Not wild-eyed.

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