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Silence. Another attempt. Chloe’s irritated voice cutting through the air: “What the hell, Kevin? Your key isn’t working.”
The doorbell rang, insistent and demanding.
Caroline touched my hand. “Breathe. You are the owner of this house.”
They stood there—Kevin in his polo shirt and sunglasses, Chloe in a white resort dress, hotel wristband continue reading …
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