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legacy.
He slipped it toward Elise.
And still I did not cry.
I stepped backward, silently, and walked away from the terrace.
As I crossed the gravel drive to my car, Nathan’s voice followed me through the dark.
“By tomorrow, she’ll be begging for a settlement.”
I got into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and made three calls.

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