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belongs to the family.”
“It belongs to the LLC,” Whitmore replied. “And the LLC belongs to your sister.”
Mom turned to me with an expression I had never seen before. Some mixture of betrayal and desperation that made her look older than her sixty-seven years.
“You knew,” she said. “This whole time, you knew.”
“I found out three days ago,” I said. “After continue reading …
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