I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

get it to stop.

He remembered.

The second paragraph was shorter.

The key is to the cedar box in the bottom drawer of my desk, the one by the window. I told Mr. Bell to let you collect it. The family won’t know what it means and will only argue about silver. Take the box. It’s yours.

I looked up at the attorney.

He gave a small nod. He knew.

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