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sofa cushion lifted.
“No.”
Simon didn’t look at her.
He held the envelope out to me.
My hands went cold as I took it.
The wax seal bore my grandmother’s old crest ring impression.
I had not seen it since her funeral.
For a second, I couldn’t move.
It was the strangest thing, to be more shaken by the presence of her planning than by the betrayal sitting in continue reading …
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