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Josie
Dean was sitting on Aunt Mimi’s porch swing, but I couldn’t stop pacing long enough to sit down beside him. My entire body was vibrating with nervous energy. I was afraid I would get sick if I paused in my movement long enough for the nausea that had been creeping in to escalate.
My hope was that the constant walking would be enough of a distraction for my body to keep the overwhelming fear and overall dizzy feeling at bay. So far, it wasn’t working very well.
The tone of panic escalated in my voice as I asked, “What was I thinking? Why did I agree to this meeting? There’s no way revealing the truth to Alex can possibly work out well, is there? What if they try to take my baby away from me?”
Since I had rapid-fired the questions at Dean without giving him a chance to respond,
