For several seconds, I could hear nothing except the faint ticking of the study clock.<\/p>\n
The kitchen renovation.<\/p>\n
I remembered choosing cabinet handles beside Thomas in a showroom. I remembered him waving away my concern about cost.<\/p>\n
You deserve something beautiful, Eleanor.<\/p>\n
That was what he told me.<\/p>\n
He had said the project was paid from a consulting bonus.<\/p>\n
I looked at him now.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was no bonus.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke stood rigid beside the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much of the fifty thousand did you spend here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much is most?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout forty-two.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
The sound cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you took money connected to my mother, settled with the man who helped destroy my inheritance, and used it to improve Eleanor\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I flinched at the emphasis on my name.<\/p>\n
Thomas stepped toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to create stability.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were trying to turn stolen money into something respectable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is more fair than anything you gave her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay out of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI stayed out of too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the study doorway toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The renovation had been done twelve years earlier.<\/p>\n
Cherry cabinets.<\/p>\n
Stone counters.<\/p>\n
New flooring.<\/p>\n
A larger window facing the garden.<\/p>\n
I had loved every detail.<\/p>\n
Now I imagined Brooke at the same time, still paying student debt, never knowing a partial recovery from her mother\u2019s account had been converted into my countertops.<\/p>\n
I felt contaminated by it even though I had known nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrooke.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
I expected accusation.<\/p>\n
Instead she looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s almost the worst part.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he managed to make everyone part of it without telling us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas sat.<\/p>\n
Nobody stopped him.<\/p>\n
I remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you promise Brooke the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
His head lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t connected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fifty thousand went into improving property you knew belonged solely to me. Years later, you repeatedly promised that same property to Brooke. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his palms together.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it would balance things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI could never replace what was lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you decided Eleanor\u2019s house would?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
Her face changed from shock to something closer to grief.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas whispered, \u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised me her house because you knew you owed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted you secure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith someone else\u2019s property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Eleanor would understand eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
I spoke before Brooke could.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnderstand what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat we had enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur retirement was secure. We had savings. Investments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd therefore I should surrender my mother\u2019s house to settle a debt you created before we were married?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you say it like that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no better way to say it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked genuinely desperate now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to repair things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were moving damage from one woman to another.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped him.<\/p>\n
Caroline lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
Brooke stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
The truth had become almost mathematical.<\/p>\n
Lisa left money for her daughter.<\/p>\n
Thomas lost it.<\/p>\n
My mother paid part of Thomas\u2019s debt.<\/p>\n
Thomas later recovered some money from Daniel.<\/p>\n
He used most of that money on my property.<\/p>\n
Then, rather than restoring Brooke financially, he promised her the property itself.<\/p>\n
Every solution depended on somebody else carrying the cost.<\/p>\n
Brooke walked toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
She stopped beneath the archway.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved over the cabinets.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou picked these?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
The observation was so ordinary it hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can change them.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf seeing them bothers you, I can\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would just waste more money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
She touched the stone counter with her fingertips.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came here after this was finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Dad the kitchen finally looked like his style.\u201d<\/p>\n
A bitter smile passed over her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe laughed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered that too.<\/p>\n
Thomas had put his arm around me and said, We compromised.<\/p>\n
There had been no compromise.<\/p>\n
Only concealment.<\/p>\n
Brooke turned back toward the study.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did the other eight thousand go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas answered from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cTaxes and bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour taxes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOurs.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019m done with that word.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat word?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOurs.\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep using it whenever you want someone else\u2019s money to become your responsibility to control.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas sat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know how this looks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline gave a quiet, incredulous laugh.<\/p>\n
Brooke remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much do you owe me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCalculate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBrooke.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCalculate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMake it simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
Finally he answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you count the original amount, what I returned, what was spent legitimately on you, and the fifty thousand from Daniel\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke held up a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the original account one hundred and twenty thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApproximately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much remained by the time I turned eighteen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout twenty-one thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo roughly ninety-nine thousand was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome was spent on your needs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have to review records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned to Caroline.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re reviewing everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrooke, what are you planning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like a threat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It sounds like what everyone else in this family should have said years ago instead of pretending they knew what was best.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
Brooke looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChristmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
The apology came without embellishment.<\/p>\n
No excuse.<\/p>\n
No condition.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were standing between me and something Dad had promised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t excuse it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the dining room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you that you weren\u2019t family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty was uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
Perhaps because I believed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not rush to forgive her.<\/p>\n
People often confuse forgiveness with relieving the person who caused the injury.<\/p>\n
I had spent too many years making other people comfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for saying it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
It was enough for that moment.<\/p>\n
Thomas watched us from the kitchen doorway.<\/p>\n
Something about our exchange seemed to unsettle him more than the accusations.<\/p>\n
Perhaps he had always depended on the distance between Brooke and me.<\/p>\n
As long as she blamed me and I resented her, neither of us looked too closely at him.<\/p>\n
Now we were looking in the same direction.<\/p>\n
His phone rang.<\/p>\n
He glanced at the screen.<\/p>\n
Then declined the call.<\/p>\n
Brooke noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one.\u201d<\/p>\n
His phone rang again.<\/p>\n
Caroline stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Thomas silenced it.<\/p>\n
Brooke\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s business.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat business?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing relevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phone rang a third time.<\/p>\n
This time I saw the name.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer.<\/p>\n
Every person in the kitchen saw Thomas\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
Brooke whispered, \u201cAnswer it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know anything useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
Caroline said, \u201cPut it on speaker.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked cornered.<\/p>\n
For years, Thomas had controlled every story by deciding who knew which part.<\/p>\n
A speakerphone made that impossible.<\/p>\n
Finally, he accepted the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
A man\u2019s voice filled the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom, what the hell is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, now. Your daughter called my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke folded her arms.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s asking about the old settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cDon\u2019t discuss anything with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke laughed.<\/p>\n
Daniel went silent.<\/p>\n
Then, \u201cIs she there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas did not answer.<\/p>\n
I spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s tone changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
That single syllable told me he knew exactly who I was.<\/p>\n
Brooke stepped closer to the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the rest of my money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what your father has told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat phrase seems popular today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBrooke, those events happened a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother\u2019s money did not become yours because time passed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never said it did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you forge Caroline\u2019s signature?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel said nothing.<\/p>\n
Thomas reached for the phone.<\/p>\n
Brooke slapped his hand away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel finally answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who did?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was told you authorized the transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou witnessed a signature that wasn\u2019t mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI witnessed a document presented to me as valid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas whispered, \u201cDaniel, don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every person in the room turned toward him.<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped speaking.<\/p>\n
Brooke\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence lasted long enough to become an answer of its own.<\/p>\n
Then Daniel said, \u201cTom, you need to tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas ended the call.<\/p>\n
Brooke stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel is protecting himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas walked toward the study.<\/p>\n
Brooke followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped beside my mother\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n
His shoulders sagged.<\/p>\n
For a moment I thought he might confess.<\/p>\n
Instead he opened the bottom drawer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He removed a small metal cash box I had forgotten was there.<\/p>\n
It belonged to him.<\/p>\n
He had kept old business records inside for years.<\/p>\n
Thomas unlocked it with a key from his ring.<\/p>\n
From beneath several envelopes, he pulled out a folded sheet.<\/p>\n
Caroline recognized it first.<\/p>\n
Her face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe transfer authorization?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
He placed it on the desk.<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s name appeared at the bottom.<\/p>\n
The signature was false.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s name appeared beneath it as witness.<\/p>\n
But there was another notation.<\/p>\n
Approved by custodial parent.<\/p>\n
Below those words was Thomas\u2019s signature.<\/p>\n
Brooke looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou signed this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Aunt Caroline hadn\u2019t authorized it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word barely carried across the room.<\/p>\n
Caroline sat down.<\/p>\n
Brooke remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you forge her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who did?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the old photograph of Lisa that Caroline had placed on the desk.<\/p>\n
His face twisted with shame.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel\u2019s secretary.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew before the transfer happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it wasn\u2019t a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to fall inward.<\/p>\n
Brooke opened her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was theft.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline looked away.<\/p>\n
I gripped the desk because suddenly I needed the support.<\/p>\n
Everything Thomas had done afterward\u2014my mother\u2019s payment, the settlement, the kitchen, the promised inheritance\u2014had not been an attempt to correct an accident.<\/p>\n
It had been an attempt to bury a deliberate act.<\/p>\n
Brooke asked the next question quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy keep the original?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at the document.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel kept threatening to say the whole thing was my idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Then he nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke\u2019s breath caught.<\/p>\n
Thomas continued before she could speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him the account existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline shut her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him how much was in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the forged signature?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was his solution.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke backed away as though he had moved toward her.<\/p>\n
He had not.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to understand something,\u201d Thomas said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor twenty-eight years, you let me believe my mother left me almost nothing. You watched me borrow money. You took fifty thousand dollars later and spent it here. Then you promised me Eleanor\u2019s house because you couldn\u2019t repay me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to give you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were trying to make someone else pay your debt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas covered his face.<\/p>\n
Brooke turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas lowered his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrooke.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never want to hear anyone say this place is supposed to become mine again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook, but the words did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Eleanor\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something shift between us.<\/p>\n
Not reconciliation.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
But truth had finally removed the object we had been fighting over.<\/p>\n
Brooke reached for her coat.<\/p>\n
Thomas stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo speak to a lawyer who represents me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaldwell already does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Caldwell came because I thought I had an inheritance dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the forged document.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have something else now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brooke opened the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor once in this family, I\u2019m not going to decide based on what protects you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped outside with Caroline.<\/p>\n
Before the door closed, she looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep every document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Eleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dad asks you to destroy anything, call me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas flinched.<\/p>\n
Brooke noticed.<\/p>\n
Then she left.<\/p>\n
I closed the door.<\/p>\n
Thomas and I stood alone in the house.<\/p>\n
The Christmas tree still glowed in the next room.<\/p>\n
He looked at me with an expression I had not seen before.<\/p>\n
Not defensiveness.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s one more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the forged authorization lying on my mother\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fifty thousand Daniel paid me wasn\u2019t the only settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much more?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the window, where Brooke\u2019s car was disappearing down the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel gave me ownership in a company.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat company?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe company I sold fifteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
And suddenly the business success that had supposedly changed our lives looked less like redemption and more like the final hidden piece of Brooke\u2019s missing inheritance.<\/p>\n
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