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go home.
I drove to a bright, crowded grocery store parking lot, locked my doors, and called my attorney, Mr. Sterling.
“Julian and his mother locked me inside Eleanor’s house and tried to extort my ATM PIN,” I said. “Eleanor shoved me. I’m pregnant. I’m safe, but I need to protect my assets.”
Sterling’s voice turned sharp.
“Are you injured?”
“I need a continue reading …
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