Ray was a imposing figure with large, work-roughened hands and a permanent frown etched into his weathered face.JN BHHe was built like he’d been carved from concrete and shaped by difficult weather.

“No,” Ray said firmly to the social worker.
“Sir, I understand this is difficult, but—”
“I’m taking her,” Ray interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument.
“I’m not handing my niece to strangers. She’s family. She’s mine.”
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