“The Hotel Benjamin?” Janey practically yelled. She swung her head wildly toward Tessa, who leaned against the counter in front of the sink, her arms folded. She barely saw her before spinning back to the binder.
The words sat there, in black and white. They hadn’t reordered themselves.
“Mom left you The Hotel Benjamin? Like, The Hotel Benjamin in downto…
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