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“The only way to help Reuben is if another witness comes forward.” She hated the resignation she recognized in her own voice. Was it really that hopeless? Willow passed her an almost empty container of raw honey. “Here, take as much as you want with your tea. I can always get more.” Kennedy accepted the Mason jar, trying to find a way to ask Willow to stay with her without having to beg. For the first time, she wondered where she put her therapist’s business card with his after-hours phone number. She couldn’t just stay here like this. For a minute, she considered tagging along with Willow but remembered how uncomfortable she felt during the arguments around the Lindgrens’ dinner table. She couldn’t bring herself to get up from the oversized beanbag chair. “You all right?” Willow put in