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I tell myself it’s protection, not avoidance.
The judge looks up from her paperwork, adjusting her glasses.
Lindsay adjusts her grip on the documents, the sparkly bag slipping slightly down her arm before she rights it.
The movement is small. Human.
I realize, with a clarity that arrives too late to matter, that this is the first irreversible decision I’ve made that doesn’t improve my leverage.
"All right," she says. "Next couple."
ERS staff gesture us forward.
