Chapter 8
That afternoon, I didn't even bother asking for time off—I just pushed through the doors of Child Welfare Services and walked out.
Two bus transfers later, I stood at the town's edge.
Holy Redemption Church loomed overhead, its cross weathered and chipped.
Fifteen years ago, after what happened t...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
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