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came asking the right question.”
“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”
Mama’s eyes closed. “Blue music box. In my closet. Bottom shelf. Behind your daddy’s old winter coat.”
The world tilted.
“I never opened it,” she whispered. “She said the right person would know the song.”
“What song?”
“Blackbird.”
