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At 1:30 A.M., My Nephew Whispered From a Hospital Bed That He Didn’t Fall Off His Bike — The Doctor Confirmed My Worst Fear

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was starting to paint a troubling picture.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, handing him a glass of water and his medication.

“Like garbage.” He swallowed the pills, then looked at me with eyes that seemed older than fifteen. “What happens now?”

“Now we build a case. Carefully and properly. Because you’re right that Derek is good at looking like the reasonable continue reading …

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