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After My Father’s

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need to come to my office tonight. Bring nothing from Miles. Touch nothing he gave you. And Carrie?”

“Yes?”

“If he showed you a sale agreement dated March fourteenth, your father never signed it.”

My legs gave out then.

I sank into Dad’s chair, the peppermint bowl clutched against my chest, and for the first time since the funeral, I cried.

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