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the broken latch line, and the “our house” mess behind him. “One more time,” I said softly. “Tell me exactly what you’ve done.”
A new voice cut the room clean. Calm. Granite-smooth. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I turned. A charcoal suit. A slim briefcase. And the beginning of the end of the little kingdom my sister had built continue reading …
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