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I almost ignored it, but something made me answer.
“Yes.”
“My name is Harold Winslow. I’m an estate attorney in Seattle. I represented your first husband, Callum Rourke.”
“I’m sorry to inform you that Mr. Rourke passed away last month.”
The room blurred around me.
I stopped breathing.
Outside, rain hammered against the motel window.
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