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table across the aisle.

“Case number 402, in the matter of the temporary guardianship of Clara Vance,” the clerk announced, her voice echoing in the high-ceilinged room.

Judge Miller looked over the top of his wire-rimmed glasses, his eyes resting first on Julian and then on me.

“Mr. Vance, you may proceed with your petition,” the judge continue reading …