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We stepped into the room, and I asked Mrs. Lane to sit. She did, her expression soft at first but slowly turning worried as she looked at me. I tried to sit too, but my legs couldn’t hold still, and I shot back up again.
“What's going on, River?” Her voice was edged with concern. And I turned to her, my throat dry.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about the man we saw at the café." The words trembled. “That program he was talking about was yours, wasn’t it? Your rehabilitation program?”
Her face shifted, and a guarded expression slipped over her features as she confirmed.
“Yes.”
“Why did you close it down?” I asked, thinking of how River said she never talked about it, which meant it wouldn’t be strange for me to ask. But her mouth pressed into a thin line.
“I don’t want to talk a
