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She Forced Me Out Of My Own Lake House—And Triggered A Reckoning

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cash, took the key card, and went to my room.

It was generic and soulless, with beige walls and a floral bedspread that had probably been there since 2005. But it was quiet. And it had a desk where I could work.

I sat down, pulled out my phone, and started making calls.

First, I called Marcus. He answered on the fourth ring, sounding distracted. I could continue reading …

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