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” I said.
Phoebe’s voice shook. “Where are Mom and Dad?”
I tried to respond.
But no words came out.
A few days later, reality hit even harder.
Ms. Hart from child services sat at our kitchen table, a thick file in front of her like a decision already made.
“The children will need temporary placement,” she said gently.
“Together?” I asked.
She hesitated.
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