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For once.
“I loved him,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Did he love me?”
I looked toward the door. Brad’s SUV was blocked by official vehicles.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But he was willing to gamble your grandmother’s legacy and your family’s future for access to her estate. Decide what that means.”
I thought, unexpectedly, of us as children. Tiffany at nine,continue reading …
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