The Police Showed Up Before My Cheating Husband Could

to a caseworker named Janice explain placement options while handing me a paper cup of machine coffee that tasted like burned nickels.

“You are under no obligation here,” Janice said.

She had a smoker’s rasp and little silver roots showing at her temple.

“I know.”

“But you’ve been the most reachable adult connected to the father.”

“That’s a low bar.”

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