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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Imani

“Look at the rose bushes, Jackson. I want rose bushes,” I said, pouting as I thought about the lack of welcoming greenery around our cabin. There were trees, pinecones, sticks, and leaves—that was it.

“Your request is denied,” he said flatly as we took the three steps onto the porch of Judge M...