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came out raspy.
“The safe key,” he repeated louder. “Tiffany says Mom had a life insurance policy. We need the paperwork. We’re entitled to fifty percent as next of kin.”
Tiffany stepped beside him, arms crossed. “We need to start probate immediately. Funerals are expensive, Booker, and we have bills. We know Esther hoarded cash in the house.”
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