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... lat, sterile sheen across the interrogation room. Everything in here was either gray, white, or peeling slightly at the corners—like even the furniture was tired of pretending to be neutral.
I didn’t sit right away.
Just watched her.
Mary Steward. Fifteen years old, give or take a hard year. Shoulder-length hair, unevenly cut like she’d done it herself in a bathroom mirror. Red sneakers that were too clean to be worn often. One fingernail on her left hand chipped down the ...
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