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woman in an attic was telling her she had been searched for. Wanted. Named.
Noah wriggled just enough to see the papers again. “So… are we rich?”
It was the kind of question children asked in movies, but he asked it like a boy who had spent too many nights pretending not to be hungry.
Evelyn wiped her face. “I don’t know yet.”
“But your name is on it.”
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