hes I wouldn' t need and toiletries I could easily replace. The house, our beautiful, u
d, in his typical fashion, invited them to stay for the entire summer without bothering to tell me. The
. Let them wait. Let Matthew
this day for months. The evidence was all there, neatly organized in a file: photos, credit card statements, text messages
room, my phone buzzed ag
Where are you? If you make a scene while they' re here, I
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s, and his sister' s. The liberation was
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