POV: Avalon PierceSelene sat very still across the table.“Diana,” she said.“Diana,” he said.“She didn’t mean for this to happen,” Selene said.“No,” he said. “But it happened.”“Someone in the prosecutor’s office sold information from a sealed federal file,” she said. “Information about our daughter.”“Yes,” he said.She looked at the table.At her hands carrying the wedding ring he’d put on her finger because a dead woman’s will had decided they should be in the same room.“I’m not angry at Diana,” she said. “I want to be. I’m just—tired. I’m tired of the edges of our lives being populated by people who mean well and cause damage anyway.”“I know,” he said.“The center holds,” she said. But it came out differently than it usually did. It's quieter, like she was checking rather than declaring.He reached across the table.“The center holds,” he said. She looked at him.“Sandra Cole,” she said. “What do we do?”“We don’t pay her,” he said. “We never pay her.”“Then she releases wha
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