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wrong.”
“Your mother and brother are about to sell a house that does not belong to them,” Patricia said. “I’d say that qualifies.”
She set down her cup and looked directly at me.
“Your father was not perfect, Briana. But in the end, he chose you. Don’t let them take that away.”
I nodded.
I would not.
The night before the will reading, Marcus called.
“Twenty-four continue reading …
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