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I set him down and kneeled in front of him.
He nodded once.
I couldn’t answer.
Marisol never came back. She was gone before the ambulance arrived.
Child services arrived within hours.
We sat down together, trying to remember if Marisol ever mentioned family or friends, but there was no one… just a little boy with serious eyes and a broken toy truck.
He would have to go into foster care.
When they explained to Noah, he wrapped himself around my leg.
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