“So there’s nothing else we need to do?” Tessa asked, standing at the window that showed her the entirety of her front yard. Ron had left for the city over an hour ago, after a weekend of reviewing the documents in the ratty envelope Janey had produced. He’d declared them “nearly useless,” in a court of law, and Tessa had gritted her teeth and tucked th…
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