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air.”

We stood, leaving my family sitting at the table.

As we walked out, I heard Clare say to Mom, “What do we do?”

Mom’s response: “I don’t know.”

The garden behind Rosewood Manor was beautiful. Stone paths, night-blooming jasmine, soft lighting that made everything look like a painting.

Robert lit a cigar. Offered one to Jason, who declined.

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