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“If the money is returned tonight, these stay in the box,” Walter said. “If not, they get mailed tomorrow.”
One cousin leaned back and said, “That seems fair.”
Beatrice glared at her. “You’re taking their side?”
Marcy pointed at the poster. “There aren’t sides. You stole.”
Not because she felt guilty.
The status. The control. The perfect image she guarded like treasure—it was all slipping.
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