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

what he wanted.”

She walked away before he could respond.

That night, Savannah went home to Rachel’s house, where the triplets were eating mashed sweet potatoes with the seriousness of tiny executives.

Amelia had orange on her cheek.

Grace had thrown a spoon on the floor and looked deeply proud.

Lily was trying to feed the dog.

Rachel looked exhausted.

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