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.

that is healthy for her.”

The mediator nodded.

Then she turned to Jackson.

He was silent for a long moment.

“I don’t trust her,” he said.

Rachel nodded.

“I know.”

“I don’t know if I ever will.”

“I understand.”

“I’m angry that you got help after leaving us, when we needed help while you were there.”

Rachel closed her eyes.

A tear slid down her cheek.

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