Atancia
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by Figueiro, Wren
He sighed, he thought he knew the truth. “OK, Atty. Just please let me help. There has to be a way for you to be satisfied but also stay safe. I won’t let you go back to him until we’re sure.”
I nodded.
“So what are we going to do?” he asked.
The answer was so clear that I couldn’t believe how long I had ignored it. How I’d let myself be completely distracted. “We’re going to find my mother.”