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One arm draped behind her chair. Like this was already over.
When Andrea and I came in, he smiled at her.
The judge ran through the formalities. Who was asking for what.
What the current custody arrangement was.
It all blurred together.
Then he said, “I’d like to hear from Andrea now.”
My heart dropped into my shoes.
“Andrea,” the judge said, in this calm, kind voice, “you’re old enough that your opinion is very important here. Do you understand why you’re in court today?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“And do you understand that you’re allowed to be honest about how you feel?
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