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site visit. The house was quiet. I walked into the kitchen and heard Spencer’s voice from the sunroom — relaxed, confident, a tone he hadn’t used with me in over a year.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m handling it. She’s just dead weight at this point. I’ll end this before the New Year to keep it clean. It’ll be my Christmas present to myself.”
He laughed. Cold.continue reading …
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