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given me that key shortly before he died.
He had been lying in the hospital bed near the window, pale and exhausted, when he pressed it into my hand.
“Keep this safe, Maggie,” he whispered. “Don’t tell anyone about it. Not even Robert.”
At the time, I assumed medication and pain were making him overly dramatic.
I slipped the key into my purse and told continue reading …
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