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PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

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stability.”

Savannah stared at the table.

Temporary management authority.

Such clean words.

No mention of the divorce papers.

No mention of Bryce leaving without seeing his babies.

No mention of the years he spent pushing Savannah out of rooms her father had built for her.

Judge Pike looked at Bryce.

“Mr. Calloway, are you currently employed by Miller Foods?continue reading …

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