The city buzzed quietly outside as Delia finished her breakfast, feeling a strange mixture of nerves and resolve. Her parents’ support had fortified her, but the reality of the legal process loomed ahead. She knew her meeting with Evelyn Green would be a crucial step in understanding her rights and laying the groundwork for her next chapter.
“Let’s go,” Mandy said softly, slipping her coat over her shoulders. “Evelyn’s office is just a few blocks from here. We’ll be back before lunch.”
Martin offered a reassuring smile. “You’re in good hands, sweetheart. Just remember—trust the process.”
Delia nodded, gathering her new phone and the small folder with her documents. As they stepped out into the crisp morning air, she took a deep breath, feeling the city’s energy seep into her bones.
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