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velvet box.

He placed it in front of Elliot.

Victor stopped smiling.

Mom folded her hands in her lap.

Dad said, “We’ve all talked for years about keeping these families close. I think it’s time we start treating that seriously.”

My stomach tightened.

Elliot looked at his father.

Victor said, “Richard.”

It sounded like a warning.

Dad continued anyway.

He talked continue reading …