Chapter Thirty — FiledRoseanne's POVDoyle's office smelled like old coffee and carpet cleaner.I had been in it twice before. Once in sophomore year for a scheduling issue, once in junior year when Becca and I got caught leaving campus early. Both times it had felt minor. A formality. This did not feel like a formality.Doyle was behind his desk when they brought me in first. Mid-fifties, reading glasses pushed up on his forehead, the expression of a man who had started his Friday with something he had not anticipated. The lawyer's letter was open on his desk. I could see my father's name in the header from across the room.He asked me to sit."I want to start by saying that what's been distributed is not the full picture," I said before he could open.He looked at me over his glasses. "Your father's letter covers that.""I know. I just wanted to say it myself first."He nodded once. "The recording that was sent to me last night. You're aware of it.""Yes.""And you're aware that th
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