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I didn't hear what anyone said as they filtered in and out of the room. I just kept my hand in James' and continued to whisper to him. "Mrs. Hunter, we need to have a word with you." I didn't look up. "Mrs. Hunter?" I slowly lifted my head. It was a police officer. Not the same one as we had met from the precinct. But similar enough. I immediately hated him. I had a tendency to blame myself, but this was their fault too. They wouldn't listen to us about Isabella. They wouldn't let us get a restraining order. "I have nothing to say to you." "Well, I have some questions for you." "Get out." "Excuse me?" "Get out." I had never heard myself sound so authoritative before. But the officer almost seemed to shrink at my words. "Another time then," the officer said and retreated out of th
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