Valeria's POV "They didn't even call or email Melissa," Tyrone said still holding the letter. "Somebody pushed this through.'" "Probably the same somebody who signed my release form," I said. "I'm going to call Melissa," he was already reaching for his pocket. "And say what?" I crossed my arms. "That I want a name," he said. "It's eight o'clock at night," my voice was flat. "Then what? Even if she gives you a name, the officer still comes at nine." I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. "You can't stop a home visit. If you fight it, it looks like you're hiding something." "I'm not hiding anything," he said quickly. "You're hiding a fake marriage," I said flatly. "That's not helping," he said. "You should sit down," I said. "I can't sit down." His voice was sharp. "Then stand there and be angry." I shot back. "But we only have about fourteen hours, and I'd rather spend them doing something useful like practicing." "Practic?" He repeated. "Practicing what?"
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