Monday, 7:43 AM, Federal Building, ManhattanZara was outside the immigration office with her mother, three lawyers, Marcus, Aria, and her brothers and sisters.Lorraine looked small in her nicest dress, the one she wore to church. Her hands were shaking even though she was trying to look calm. Lorraine remarked quietly, "You don't all have to be here." Zara said, "Yes, we do." "We're family." "We're here."Patricia Morrison, the lead lawyer, went over the papers one last time. She is 60 years old and has a reputation for winning cases that seem impossible. Please remember, Mrs. Thompson.Answer questions directly. Don't volunteer information. If you're unsure, say so. Let me handle the legal arguments.""What are our chances?" MJ asked bluntly.Patricia hesitated. "Honestly? Sixty-forty in our favor. The fraud victim angle is strong. Medical condition helps. US citizen children matter.But the system doesn't always work. "Agents have a lot of freedom." Kenya said, "So it's pretty muc
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