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“The one that determines who receives this house when I die.”
Megan laughed, but it came out smaller than she intended. “You think waving some paperwork at me is going to—”
“It is no longer going to Robert,” Eleanor said.
The sentence stopped Megan as completely as a hand pressed flat against a chest.
“What?”
“I changed it two weeks ago,” Eleanor said, continue reading …
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