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”
He looked back at me. “Then what do you want?”
“The truth.”
He laughed bitterly. “People with money always want the truth after they’re done needing silence.”
I deserved that.
Or if I did not, my name did.
“My father wrote a letter to my mother after Laura died,” I said. “He said trusting Henry was arrogance. He said he could not undo what happened to continue reading …
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