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The judge slammed his gavel with a thunderous crack. “Sit down, Ms. Miller,” he ordered. “Young man, why did you wait until now to speak?”
Daniel lunged forward and tried to grab the key from Noah’s hand.
I felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at the key. It was the key to my private desk, the one I believed I lost six years ago. “Where did you find that, Noah?” I asked.
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