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“Mom, open up, I’m cold”: The 3:07 a.m. call from a son who died 2 years ago that uncovered the worst family betrayal.

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The call suddenly cut off. Elena froze at the edge of the bed, cold sweat running down her neck. Without turning on the light, she rushed down the long hallway of the mansion—a house far too large for two women and too full of lingering memories. She reached the master bedroom door and pounded urgently.

— Valentina! Valentina, open up quickly!

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