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“You’re saying Mom told you something… after she died?”
We stood near a line of coat racks, half hidden by tall plants. Guests passed by smiling, unaware my legs felt ready to collapse.
“A lawyer called me this morning. I almost ignored it—I thought it was spam.”
“And?”
“He knew Mom’s name. Her illness. The exact day she died.”
My mouth went dry.
“He said Mom asked him to contact me when Dad remarried,” Robert continued. “Specifically, when Dad married Laura.”
Cold crept down my spine.
“That doesn’t make sense. Why would she—”
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