When My Dog Broke a Window and the Internet Put Us on Trial

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They interviewed Jackson next. I paced in the kitchen, ears straining for every muffled word.

When the door opened, Jackson came out first. He looked unexpectedly tall. Or maybe that was my pride.

“How’d it go, kid?” I asked.

He shrugged, but he didn’t look scared. “She asked me if I feel safe here.”

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