He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

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“Finish fast,” he said. “And you.” He pointed at me. “Get your cart out of the middle of the hall. Mrs. Carter hates clutter.”

I kept my face turned away and nodded once.

He left.

The door clicked shut.

Grace whispered, “God.”

But I was looking at the safe again.

At the second velvet box.

I opened it.

Inside sat my grandmother’s emerald earrings.

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