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no longer wanted anything from him that he could not freely give.
“Honesty,” I said.
He gave a short, humorless laugh. “About what?”
“The red folder. Did you know?”
His face closed.
There was my answer.
Still, I waited.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw.
“Yes.”
The word was quiet.
I gripped the edge of the counter.
“How long?”
“After your grandfather died.”
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