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“Hello? Yes, this is Eleanor Garrett—what? No, there must be some mistake—”
Her face changed. Went from smug to confused to horrified in the span of seconds.
“What do you mean fraud department? The fingerprint was—she’s my daughter-in-law, she authorized—”
“Hang up,” Michael said urgently. “Mom, hang up the phone—”
But Eleanor kept talking, her voice continue reading …
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