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to everyone.
Eleanor looked at the crowd, at the cameras, at her son, who wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“I apologize. I lied about owning the beach house. I forged signatures. I—”
Her voice cracked.
“I was wrong.”
“And,” I prompted, “Josephine Drexler is the rightful owner. She… she earned everything she has.”
The words seemed to physically pain her, but she said continue reading …
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