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Not wasting time
“Where is Chrissy?” the judge asked immediately when entering the orphanage. Her voice was demanding, which forced the group to break their silence. Mrs. Collins hesitated, her hand resting on a nearby door handle. “She’s in the playroom,” she said, avoiding eye contact. Her voice, usually firm, quivered slightly. Judge Dupree’s eyes narrowed, catching the subtle shift. “Take us to her,” the judge demanded. Reluctantly, Mrs. Collins nodded and led them deeper into the building.
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