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We sat down.
The waitress brought coffee and he looked at his cup for a moment.
“I miss Mom,” he said.
The words were unexpected. I had not prepared for them.
We sat in quiet for a beat.
“So do I,” I said.
His eyes filled. Mine very nearly did too.
Because beneath everything else, beneath the house and the money and the conference room and the three envelopes continue reading …
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