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That laugh made them uneasy.
Dad wiped his hands on his jeans as if touching me had dirtied him. “You have until tonight. Transfer the money, or I call the hospital and tell them you’re mentally unstable. You think they’ll operate on a woman who’s confused, hysterical, and broke?”
There it was.
The real plan.
They weren’t just stealing my money. They were continue reading …
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