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hand as her sister slipped away, peaceful in the final minutes. The mirror sat in the bedside drawer, waiting.
Grant was in Cabo San Lucas with Tessa when the call came. Jenna insisted on making it. Her voice was cold, clinical.
“She’s gone,” Jenna said. “The funeral is in three days. Try to leave your vacation long enough to attend.”
Grant returned to continue reading …
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