The armed escort would be waiting. No court- Amy had volunteered, asked
to go to the Birdcage.
NO AMY WHAT THE HELL
Carol couldn’t bring herself to speak.
So she stepped forward to close the distance between herself and Amy. Hesitant at first, she reached out.
Hugs?
Awkward, stilted hugs that you both know neither of you really, fully mean?
As if she could convey everything she wanted to say in a single gesture, she folded her daughter into the tightest of hugs.
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