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bottle, a bucket, and a stack of unsigned property papers.
“Evie?” he whispered. “They said you hated me.”
I dropped beside him and wrapped my coat around his shaking body.
Behind me, my mother called from the patio, “Don’t be dramatic. He gets confused.”
Grandpa gripped my sleeve. “They sold my house. Took the accounts. Your father made me sign.”
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