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Cracks in her composure
Mrs. Collins rode alone, too, her hands gripping the steering wheel as tightly as Kevin’s. Her usually composed demeanor cracked under the weight of the judge’s decision. She had spent years running St. Mary’s Orphanage without interference from the outside world, and this unannounced visit threatened to upset everything. Mrs. Collins knew secrets always came at a cost, and she feared that price was about to be paid.
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