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your father for two years when he needed you most. How you broke his heart.”
The same threat.
Coordinated.
Uncle Frank sighed. “Sign the paper, Briana. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
Everyone stared.
Waiting.
I picked up the pen.
Dad’s Montblanc.
The one he had received for his twentieth work anniversary.
I held it over the line.
Then I set it down.continue reading …
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