review periods and continued agency supervision. You will have support, Mr. Carter. You are not expected to do this alone.”
Then he signed.
Rachel touched my arm.
Behind me, Debra quietly explained what had happened.
Marcus asked,
“We’re all going?”
Debra answered,
“You’re all going.”
There was silence.
Then Marcus made a sound I still cannot properly describe.
Relief, maybe.
Or the sound of someone who had been holding his breath for three weeks finally letting it out.
That afternoon, all six of us drove home in my truck.
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