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rushed around the table and dropped to her knees. Daniel’s father followed. Vanessa began sobbing, then knelt beside them.
“Please,” Margaret begged, gripping my sleeve. “We are your family.”
“You watched your son hit me,” I said. “Then you ordered me to clean the floor.”
Daniel sank down last.
“I made a mistake,” he whispered. “Withdraw the complaint.continue reading …
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