Choosing The Imposter Over His Dying Wife

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ook at me. His thumbs flew across his

ered, my voice thin and

licker of empathy. "You threw yourself against the car to

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her into the room. "She said Ericka would feign a terminal illne

hands trembling as he gestured to the light board.

his pocket. "She has access to your systems

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