The Maid’s Daughter Who Stopped a $250 Million Lie Before the Pen Fell

staff. As guests.”

We sat.

Ava perched on the edge beside me, still holding Granddad’s journal.

Mr. Whitcomb sat across from us, not in the big chair by the windows, but in a low chair that brought him closer to eye level.

“I owe you both,” he said.

I shook my head.

“No, sir. She only said what she saw.”

“That is exactly why I owe her.”

He looked at Ava.

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