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Margaret’s reply was precise. “Money doesn’t. Documentation does.”
Jason jabbed a finger toward me. “This isn’t over.”
The officer opened the door wider. Jason left. But the silence that followed felt electric. Charged. Because he was right in one respect: It wasn’t over.
Margaret sat beside me and slid the folder onto the bed. “We need to stabilize your housing situation immediately,” she said. “He will attempt to control the narrative.”
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