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locks on Dad’s office.
Then I changed the nameplate.
Not to Miles Hale.
Not even to Edward Whitaker.
The new brass plate read:
CARRIE WHITAKER
PRESIDENT
I stood staring at it for a long time.
Lily came up beside me.
“Too much?” I asked.
She shook her head. “About time.”
When I stepped inside, Dad’s peppermint bowl was back on the desk.
Full.
A note from Eddie sat continue reading …
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