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accounts was Dad.
I immediately called Tyler. He whispered when he answered, his voice full of worry.
“Johanna. I think he’s digging through mom’s old notebooks. He keeps yelling that he needs to get back what belongs to the family.”
I closed my eyes, feeling a painful tightness in my chest.
“Did you see him using the computer all morning?”
“He keeps trying continue reading …
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