I Found My Daughter Sleeping in a Van With Her Child. When I Asked About the Apartment I Bought, She Broke Down.

out, perfectly coiffed, expensive handbag on her arm. She looked at us with barely concealed contempt.

“You got tired of wandering around with that special boy,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Now you come to complain.”

Xavier spoke calmly but firmly. “Mrs. Thorne, be careful what you say. Your words can serve as evidence in court.”

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