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“It absolutely is.”
We walked across the street together in complete silence. When we reached Darlene’s door, I knocked.
He didn’t apologize or explain.
He just held out the check.
Darlene took it with trembling hands. She looked at the amount, then pressed her hand to her chest.
“It’s all of it,” she whispered. “Every single dollar.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
She turned to me and grabbed my hand.
“Thank you, dear. I didn’t think anyone would fight for me.”
I squeezed her hand. “You shouldn’t have had to fight at all.”
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