have.”
I look at him then.
“Yes.”
He nods as if I have hit him and he deserves it.
A social worker comes in, kind but serious, with a notebook pressed to her chest. She asks questions. Who lives in the home. Who prepares food. Who supervises medication. Whether Diane has ever been alone with Emma.
Every answer feels like a confession.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
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