HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

never went through, I never – “

“You forged my father’s name.”

He didn’t answer that one. He looked at the floor. The floor was pine, wide plank, that I had paid extra for because I had wanted to walk on something honest.

Diane set the page down on the counter very carefully, like she didn’t trust her own hands.

“How long,” she said.

“Diane – “

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