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on dementia.
I almost admired how quickly he moved.
Almost.
“You should leave,” I said calmly.
Victor stepped closer. His cologne filled the room like smoke.
“Listen carefully,” he murmured. “You’re old. Claire is weak. I’m the only person in this family who knows how to win.”
I glanced toward the bookshelf behind him where a tiny camera sat hidden beside continue reading …
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