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“The only thing Laura can’t handle,” I replied, my voice hardening, “is being treated like a servant in her own home.”
“How dare you—”
A knock at the door cut off whatever Margaret was about to say. Daniel moved toward the hallway, but I was faster. I opened the door to find Javier standing on the porch, briefcase in hand and two police officers flanking continue reading …
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