Then, with visible hesitation, Ms. Rivera revealed a critical piece of information. “The DOJ was here the other day, you know. Markle and Roma I think…”

Juniper tilted her head, her ears straining to catch every word as Daniel’s head turned, his profile illuminated by the afternoon light streaming through the crayon-decorated windows.

Frustration hissed through her thoughts, a wave of anger washing over her. Of course they beat us here. They knew they could instill bias if they got the jump.