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“Grace… I didn’t know about the forgery. I should have checked more carefully. I’m sorry. For this. And for… for the last twenty years.”
“It’s okay, Dad,” I said softly, and I meant it. “You can go now. I have a lunch date with my lawyer. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
William got back in his car. As it pulled away, Catherine turned to me with continue reading …
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