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It was the only right decision. The only moral choice. But it left her with a sense of anxiety that came bubbling up from her toes into the pit of her stomach.
Why were the right decisions always the impossible ones?
Keeping Charlie in Greenleigh was going to cause her innumerable headaches. Preventing her mother from finding out didn’t concern her too much. She didn’t see her mother getting better anytime soon. Charlie was old enough to be a senior in high school—he wouldn’t be around for long, she suspected. As soon as he got his feet firmly established in the twentieth century, she suspected he would zip off for parts unknown. Perhaps west, perhaps to the big city somewhere.
But school! She wasn’t sure of how to engineer the permissions and forms. They would have to forge some pa
