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Roland had arrived in his Mercedes, wearing a $3,000 suit, looking every inch the successful real estate developer. He’d brought character witnesses, financial statements, even a child psychologist he’d paid to testify that the children would thrive in a more “structured environment”—translation: with him, not with their grieving mother, who worked part-time at the local library.

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