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this time she wasn’t alone. My parents flanked her on the porch, and all three of them wore expressions of grim satisfaction.
“Emily,” my mother said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “We need to talk. Can we come in?”
“What’s this about?”
My father held up a folder. “We’ve been to see a lawyer. There was an error in your grandparents’ will—a pretty continue reading …
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