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“Are you still taking me to see my mom tomorrow, Marcus?” Eva said. She was on the bottom bunk, and he pulled up the ladybug quilt, a gift from his mom. The matching sheets were from Karen, and the two teddy bears she slept with were from Jenny and Alison. Suzanne, he knew, was responsible for the light pink walls. There was something about this room, completely stamped with the personality of this little girl who’d stolen his heart.
“I told you I would. We’ll leave first thing in the morning. Do you want to talk about seeing your mom and where she is in jail?”
The fact was that each time he’d taken Eva to see her mother in prison, he’d had to carry her out as they left, her crying into his shoulder. It was a place filled with despair, anger, and nothing that would have her sleeping p
