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Kaiya sat numb outside Joseph’s office, holding Kormac’s hand.
The entire hearing had been surreal, almost as if she didn’t even exist. The judge spoke, Joseph spoke, some stranger who was supposedly her counsel spoke, other people spoke. Endless words about her and rarely ever to her, a letter from Benjamin the judge said she took into consideration but never revealed the contents of, and always the looks from everyone in the room. Glances here and there, penetrating and judgmental, appraising her, weighing her. Everyone so civilised.
“Why didn’t Tilda come?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Kormac said. “That’s the fifth time you’ve asked me.”
“She should have been here. If she doesn’t want to see me anymore, then she should go. But if she’s still at my place, then she could at least c
