They were gathered in a tight circle near the end of the hallway.
The moment I walked in, they stopped talking.
The man in the gray suit adjusted his glasses and looked at me with polite confusion, like I was a stranger who had wandered into a private meeting.
My father’s expression hardened.
“You’re late,” he said.
Late.
The word …
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