The Groundskeeper Handed Me My Father’s Secret Instead of His Grave

so I couldn’t touch the land, and then they wanted him dead so Reagan could grab control through marriage and whatever papers she shoved in front of him while he was half-sedated.

“Do you still have legal control?” I asked.

He gave me a hard little smile. “As of this minute, yes.”

A car door slammed somewhere out front.

Both of us froze.

Then another.

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