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on crutches. “I kept everything running while you were lying in bed.”
Celia laughed softly.
“Careful, Martin. She might sue you with those fragile hands.”
My half-brother didn’t even look up from his phone.
“So what’s broken—your body or your brain?”
I didn’t answer. I simply looked at him until he looked away first.
“I need access to my office,” I said.continue reading …
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