Seeing him invariably would flood her senses to the point that she was almost in shock – unable to function. All the hairs on the back of her neck rose, she wanted to run but couldn’t, she felt a little like vomiting but held it. Knowing he was behind thick glass with a guard standing right there didn’t change her reaction to her father.
Her lawyer put a hand in the small of her back, gave her a little push. “It’s okay. Sit down and pick up the phone.”
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