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“Of course, they are.
Seventeen-year-olds always are.”
“My God,” she whispered. “This must have cost several million.”
“Yes,” I said calmly. “But money isn’t an object when it comes to family.”
She looked up at me sharply.
“Family?”
“My grandchildren, Victoria. The family you’ve kept from me for 13 years. The family I intend to reclaim.”
For the first time since she’d arrived, Victoria’s mask slipped completely.
Fear flickered across her features. Raw, undisguised fear. “Sandra,” she said carefully.
“What exactly are you planning?”
And I’m planning to show them exactly what real family love looks like.”
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