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been dead four months.”

The words landed like a slap.

Frank straightened. “I’m aware of when your mother died.”

“Are you?”

His eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Diane’s face flushed. She was fifty-six years old, but in that moment she looked like the girl who used to stand in the hallway listening to her parents argue behind a closed door.

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