I nearly dialed 911 on the tattooed teenager holding a screaming baby inside an empty 1 AM laundromat. Then his bag tore open, and my stomach sank with utter shame.

panic for danger.

Now I was staring at Rachel’s past and wondering if I was making a different version of the same mistake.

“She left,” I said, softer than before.

“I know.”

“You have every reason to distrust her.”

“I know.”

“But anger can tell the truth and still choose the wrong plan.”

He sat back like that sentence had struck him.

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