I Let My Stepdaughter Think She’d Taken Over My House

tax records to one of the drives. Then locked it back up. Michael had been grilling burgers on the patio while I did it.

Chloe was in the doorway to the garage now, her arms crossed. “So maybe somebody robbed you. Why are you all staring at me?”

Nobody answered.

Ryan did. Barely above a mutter. “Chloe.”

She snapped her head toward him. “What?”

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