The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

was love if it could be used at the right moment.

She had been a bright child.

Quick.

Organized.

The kind of girl who labeled her school folders and corrected her teachers when they skipped a step.

But somewhere along the way, neatness became control.

Then control became hunger.

“Mark would drain the trust in a year,” she said. “You know that, right?”

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