HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

“No damage.”

I watched him place my grandfather’s battered 1854-S double eagle into a protective holder.

“For months, I thought the replicas were real.”

“Julian hired someone skilled.”

“I should have noticed.”

Gabriel looked at me.

“Trust is not negligence.”

“It feels like it.”

“That is because betrayal makes the victim audit her own goodness.”

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