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Yours?”
“Yes,” I said evenly. “Mine.”
Derek shook his head in disbelief. “Clara, tell your mother to leave before she humiliates herself.”
Clara tried to rise, but I touched her shoulder gently. “Stay.”
Then I opened my handbag and laid three items onto the dining table.
A flash drive.
A thick envelope.
A small black recorder.
Derek stared at them like they continue reading …
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