The first time I met Emily Parker, she looked directly at me and said:
“You’re not staying here.”
She was twelve years old.
Thin.
Angry.
Protective of her mother in a way no child should have to be.
I still remember the exact moment.
Rain tapped against the windows of Laura’s small townhouse while I stood awkwardly in the kitchen …
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