The Realtor Read One Name and My Stepfather Stopped Laughing

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Then Madison called me.

I almost didn’t answer.

She was twenty-two, spoiled in the lazy way that comes from always being told somebody else will smooth it over. We’d never been close, but she wasn’t stupid.

“Claire,” she said, voice shaking. “Dad says you’re trying to ruin us.”

I leaned back in my chair. “Your dad did that himself.continue reading …