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Liam scrambled to his feet, hovering behind me, his hand gripping the back of my coat for an anchor. “Mom, they’re saying I have to sign these papers tonight or the wedding is off,” he whispered, his breath hitching. “They said if I love her, I’ll help them move the assets before the bank freeze.” I looked at the table and saw stacks of legal documents that had nothing to do with a marriage license and everything to do with power of attorney, property transfers, and the immediate surrender of all holdings.
