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He had been protecting us.
I told Grace I had found documents I didn’t understand and asked her to look at them. I watched from the hallway as she opened the folder, her face draining of color. Then she grabbed her phone.
“She has it,” she whispered. “Liam kept copies.”
She dropped the phone.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
“No.”
“Please let me explain.”
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