When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

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“Mom,” he said through his teeth, still smiling for the crowd. “This isn’t a good time.”

“No,” I said. “It is the perfect time.”

People turned.

The photographer lowered his camera.

Grant stepped close, trying to angle his body between me and everyone else.

“Go home.”

“Restore my accounts.”

His eyes widened slightly.

“Not here.”

“Here.”

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