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Grace climbed into my lap, her small fingers clutching the linen of my sleeve. She smelled of the lavender soap from the hotel bathroom.
“Can we go to the park today?” Grace asked.
“Not today, sweetheart,” I said. “I have a meeting with Mr. Vance, and then I have to see a man about our bank accounts.continue reading …
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