“This is it?” Janey reached into the safety deposit box and picked up a slim manilla folder the color of the ocean. She looked at the gentleman who’d escorted them into the vault, her eyebrows raised.
“Whatever is in your box, ma’am.” He looked from her to Tessa. “Would you like to keep the box open? Or would you like to close it?”
Tessa looked at Janey, …
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