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I cuffed him right there for theft, filing a false police report, and fraud.
“You still shouldn’t have run,” I said gently. “But you’re not a criminal, Gigi. You’re just a mother trying to take care of her son.”
“Can I take you home?”
She looked at me like I’d offered her the world. “Yes. Please. George is waiting.”
On the way, I stopped at a grocery store.
Gigi tried to protest, but I ignored her. I filled a cart with chicken, vegetables, bread, milk, and eggs. Picked up George’s medication from the pharmacy. Grabbed a warm meal from the deli counter, too. Paid for all of it myself.
I filled a cart with chicken, vegetables, bread, milk, and eggs.
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