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kept having hushed conversations in the living room. Conversations that stopped abruptly whenever I walked in. I caught fragments.
“After the funeral…”
“Real estate…”
“Handle it quickly…”
On the fourth night, I was passing the kitchen when I heard Marcus on the phone.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know. I’ll have it soon. After this week. Just give me until—”
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