My Son Walked Into My New Home Before I Ever Gave Him the Address

his cheek when he knew he was cornered. I hadn’t seen it in years. Suddenly he looked twelve and not in a good way.

Rebecca opened the gray folder.

“There’s another matter,” she said. “Five camera clips have been transcribed. On April 21, while standing in Ms. Doyle’s kitchen, you discussed more than temporary lodging.”

Claire’s eyes moved. Fast.

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