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“Oversight?”
I repeated the word slowly.
“Interesting choice.”
“Legal oversight,” she pushed harder. “Medical oversight, for your own protection.”
“Protection from what?” I asked mildly. “From whom?”
The silence that followed was its own answer.
Christopher stared at his plate.
Edith’s knuckles whitened around her fork.
My phone rang.
Nicholas, as planned.continue reading …
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