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Mark blinked first. Vivian’s laughter died in her throat.
“The owner?” Mark scoffed, though his voice cracked. “I own this house.”
“No,” I said. “You live here.”
Emily stared at me, trembling.
“Mom… what do you mean?”
I pressed the phone to my ear and watched Mark’s arrogance begin to fight with panic. He had always underestimated me. To him, I was just continue reading …
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