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done. This wasn’t a plan. This wasn’t a threat. This had been closed. Signed. Recorded. Finished.
My father winced like he couldn’t stand the sound of the truth out loud. Chad shifted like a man trying to find an exit.
Emily lifted her mug a fraction, as if it might protect her. “Is there a problem?”
And that was when my smile widened again, not because continue reading …
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