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Bryce called again that evening. I let it ring four times, using those four rings to remember who I was before I answered.
“What is going on?” he said. “The estate is calling me three times a day. Did you make this complicated on purpose? Are you doing this to hurt me?”
“Bryce, where is Joselyn right now?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Is she in the room?”
“She’s continue reading …
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