By four the next afternoon, the Magnolia house no longer felt abandoned.<\/p>\n
It felt occupied by evidence.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders had arrived before noon carrying two leather folders, a laptop, and the kind of controlled irritation that made Susan immediately offer him coffee without asking whether he wanted any. He was in his early sixties, narrow-shouldered, gray-haired, and so precise in his movements that even setting down a pen looked deliberate.<\/p>\n
He read Lily\u2019s screenshots twice.<\/p>\n
Then he read them a third time.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould these messages have been altered?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not accusing your stepsister. I\u2019m thinking like opposing counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
That seemed to earn the smallest nod.<\/p>\n
Susan stood by the kitchen counter with her arms folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if Sterling lets that woman sign?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders closed the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the notary accepts fraudulent identification and the document reaches the title company, we contest it immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds slower than stopping it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have sent written notice to Sterling, the title company, and the county recorder\u2019s fraud unit. But whoever arranged this appears to believe speed matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the dining room table.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s letter lay there inside a clear protective sleeve Mr. Sanders had brought.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does \u2018survive one night\u2019 mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt could mean they expect the transfer to trigger something else before we can challenge it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sale. A loan. A collateral agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can borrow against a house that quickly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf someone has prepared everything in advance.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the part I still struggled to accept.<\/p>\n
Not that Dad wanted the house.<\/p>\n
That he had planned for possibilities.<\/p>\n
My failure.<\/p>\n
My refusal.<\/p>\n
A substitute signer.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the previous night had been improvised except me.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders pulled another document from his folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the current title history.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved beside him.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s name appeared first.<\/p>\n
Eleanor Reynolds.<\/p>\n
Then an estate designation.<\/p>\n
Then my name, effective on my eighteenth birthday.<\/p>\n
I touched the line.<\/p>\n
DIANE REYNOLDS, BENEFICIARY.<\/p>\n
Seeing it printed felt stranger than standing inside the house itself.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s really mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t the paperwork come to me on my birthday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the notification package was returned.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan turned sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cReturned from where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur\u2019s address.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach sank.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sent it back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know who did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of years of Susan\u2019s birthday cards disappearing.<\/p>\n
One more returned envelope no longer seemed mysterious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens tonight?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders closed the title report.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do not confront Sterling.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had expected that.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let law enforcement handle it if the fraudulent signer appears.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre they definitely coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have spoken with an investigator. They won\u2019t stage an arrest based on a theory. They will respond if an actual fraudulent notarization is attempted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan muttered something impolite.<\/p>\n
Sanders continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need the attempt documented.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood what he meant.<\/p>\n
The same thing Susan had told me the previous night.<\/p>\n
Let them show what they planned.<\/p>\n
I hated that strategy because it required patience.<\/p>\n
At six, I changed for Lily\u2019s banquet.<\/p>\n
The dress had been hanging at Dad\u2019s house for two weeks, so I borrowed one from Susan. It was navy blue, simple, with narrow straps and a hem that fell just below my knees.<\/p>\n
Susan stood in the guest-room doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m old. We repeat ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled despite myself.<\/p>\n
Then she handed me a small black clutch.<\/p>\n
Inside were my phone, Mom\u2019s letter, a copy of the title report, and a portable battery.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep everything with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Arthur tries to get you alone\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Carol approaches\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI record if it\u2019s legal and safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Emily appears\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t confront her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan narrowed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said that too quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have Eleanor\u2019s face when you lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I had her face all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders was already driving to Beverly Hills. Susan and I took her Honda separately.<\/p>\n
The hotel appeared behind a line of palms and black cars.<\/p>\n
Valets moved beneath a wide awning.<\/p>\n
Through the lobby windows I could see chandeliers and polished stone floors glowing gold under evening lights.<\/p>\n
Everything about the place felt expensive enough to make people lower their voices.<\/p>\n
Dad liked rooms like that.<\/p>\n
They suggested importance before anyone spoke.<\/p>\n
At the ballroom entrance, a large sign displayed Lily\u2019s photograph beside the words:<\/p>\n
CELEBRATING LILY BENNETT<\/p>\n
ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE & FUTURE ACHIEVEMENT<\/p>\n
My own imagined failure sat inside me like a private joke.<\/p>\n
Susan touched my elbow.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
We entered.<\/p>\n
Dad stood near the center of the room speaking to three men in suits.<\/p>\n
He saw me almost immediately.<\/p>\n
His smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
For one second he looked alarmed.<\/p>\n
Then guests turned toward him, and the expression transformed into concern.<\/p>\n
He crossed the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Lily\u2019s night.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at Susan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t invite her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t need dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked. \u201cWould it interfere with anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes snapped toward mine.<\/p>\n
He knew I was testing him.<\/p>\n
I lowered my gaze and softened my shoulders.<\/p>\n
The defeated daughter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want trouble,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
That changed him.<\/p>\n
Not completely.<\/p>\n
But enough.<\/p>\n
He relaxed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad to hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought about what you said.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan remained silent beside me.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her once, suspiciously.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat part?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout my future.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let the silence stretch.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m going to do now.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was technically true.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have options,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I had none.<\/p>\n
Apparently a night away had improved my prospects.<\/p>\n
\u201cI overreacted.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied my face.<\/p>\n
The performance made me feel sick.<\/p>\n
But I saw the moment he believed me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were emotional.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFailing after working that hard is difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan shifted beside me.<\/p>\n
I prayed she would not speak.<\/p>\n
Dad lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can still resolve the Magnolia situation.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Less than two minutes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need that responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m starting to understand that.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes sharpened with interest.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t sleep much.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced toward Susan again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe filling your head with things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another careful lie.<\/p>\n
\u201cI read Mom\u2019s letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat letter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one she left.\u201d<\/p>\n
He recovered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother was sick when she wrote many things.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cruelty in that sentence was so cleanly delivered that I almost lost control.<\/p>\n
Instead, I lowered my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
He touched my shoulder.<\/p>\n
The gesture looked paternal.<\/p>\n
It felt strategic.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can talk tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
His fingers tightened slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause tonight is Lily\u2019s celebration.\u201d<\/p>\n
Across the ballroom, Lily stood beside a display of photographs. She was wearing a pale green dress and pretending to listen to Carol\u2019s friend while staring directly at me.<\/p>\n
I gave her the smallest nod.<\/p>\n
She exhaled.<\/p>\n
Dad followed my gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t drag her into this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe texted you last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
Tiny mistake.<\/p>\n
He covered it quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew instantly that was false.<\/p>\n
Lily would not have admitted sending those photographs.<\/p>\n
So Dad had checked her phone.<\/p>\n
Or Carol had.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you know exactly what she sent me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face emptied.<\/p>\n
Before he could answer, a waiter approached.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Reynolds? They need you near the stage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked irritated by the interruption.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll speak with you later.\u201d<\/p>\n
He walked away.<\/p>\n
Susan leaned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s nervous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s also monitoring Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe assumed that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means she\u2019s in more danger than we thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmotional danger or physical?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat distinction matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated hearing it aloud.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders appeared at the far edge of the ballroom ten minutes later.<\/p>\n
He did not approach us.<\/p>\n
That had been planned.<\/p>\n
Dad knew him.<\/p>\n
If Sanders stood beside me, the performance ended.<\/p>\n
Instead, he joined a table near the back and checked his watch.<\/p>\n
Seven twenty-three.<\/p>\n
The fraudulent appointment was supposedly at eight thirty.<\/p>\n
Carol moved through the ballroom in a silver dress, greeting guests as though she had personally arranged Lily\u2019s intelligence.<\/p>\n
She saw me.<\/p>\n
Unlike Dad, she did not pretend surprise.<\/p>\n
She walked straight over.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wondered whether Susan would bring you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan said, \u201cYou sound disappointed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m speaking to Diane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen speak.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look tired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smile tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cLast night was ugly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father was hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
That almost impressed me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou accused him of trying to steal from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked what his paperwork did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou humiliated him in his own home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one was there except family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand how much he has done for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Debt.<\/p>\n
Always debt.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe raised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sacrificed for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he sacrifice?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol opened her mouth.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
Specifics had always been the enemy of her arguments.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he pay Magnolia\u2019s taxes?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe insurance?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe maintenance?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her lips pressed together.<\/p>\n
\u201cI see Susan has been coaching you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Documents did.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, anger broke through.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea how complicated this is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not discussing private estate matters in the middle of Lily\u2019s banquet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were happy to discuss them in my bedroom after you thought I failed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
Just slightly.<\/p>\n
But I saw it.<\/p>\n
Then she looked beyond me.<\/p>\n
At the ballroom entrance.<\/p>\n
A woman had just walked in.<\/p>\n
Brown hair.<\/p>\n
Dark-framed glasses.<\/p>\n
About my height.<\/p>\n
My body went cold before my mind caught up.<\/p>\n
Susan saw her too.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman from the passport photograph.<\/p>\n
Emily.<\/p>\n
She wore a black dress and carried a beige handbag.<\/p>\n
She did not look like me up close.<\/p>\n
Not really.<\/p>\n
But from a distance?<\/p>\n
Same build.<\/p>\n
Similar coloring.<\/p>\n
Similar hair.<\/p>\n
Under a rushed glance at a desk, with my copied identification?<\/p>\n
Maybe enough.<\/p>\n
Carol excused herself without another word.<\/p>\n
She crossed the ballroom.<\/p>\n
Not toward Emily.<\/p>\n
Away from her.<\/p>\n
Too obvious to approach.<\/p>\n
Emily continued into the room as if she belonged there.<\/p>\n
I watched her glance around.<\/p>\n
Then her eyes stopped on me.<\/p>\n
She froze.<\/p>\n
Her face drained of color.<\/p>\n
That reaction told me one important thing.<\/p>\n
She knew exactly who I was.<\/p>\n
I began walking toward her.<\/p>\n
Susan grabbed my wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not confronting her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat looks remarkably like approaching.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, Emily turned and headed back toward the lobby.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
So did Susan.<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s pace quickened.<\/p>\n
Outside the ballroom, she pulled out her phone.<\/p>\n
I heard only one sentence.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she saw our reflection in the mirrored wall.<\/p>\n
She hung up.<\/p>\n
I stopped several feet away.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think you have the wrong person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her gaze shifted toward Susan.<\/p>\n
Then back to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took one step.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cBut don\u2019t use my name when you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
Susan whispered, \u201cDiane.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up my phone.<\/p>\n
Her passport-style photograph filled the screen.<\/p>\n
All the color left her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom my father\u2019s desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the ballroom.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Not indignation.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they tell you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Her mouth opened.<\/p>\n
Closed.<\/p>\n
Then her phone rang.<\/p>\n
She looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
I could see the name.<\/p>\n
CAROL.<\/p>\n
Emily rejected the call.<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can leave right now. But if you go to Sterling and use Diane\u2019s identification, this becomes much worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was told it was legal.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cTold what was legal?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho hired you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled suddenly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey know where I work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could ask another question, Carol appeared at the end of the corridor.<\/p>\n
Emily saw her.<\/p>\n
Panic moved across her face.<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s expression was calm.<\/p>\n
Almost pleasant.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily stepped backward.<\/p>\n
Carol looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane, go back inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Emily whispered, \u201cI changed my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s smile never moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan took out her phone.<\/p>\n
Carol noticed.<\/p>\n
Her voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut that away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s hands were trembling.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already accepted payment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll return it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is not the place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she wouldn\u2019t be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol glanced at me.<\/p>\n
For one second, the mask fell.<\/p>\n
Not enough for anyone else.<\/p>\n
Enough for me.<\/p>\n
Then she took Emily by the elbow.<\/p>\n
Emily pulled away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Several hotel guests turned.<\/p>\n
Carol released her immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily hesitated.<\/p>\n
That surprised all of us.<\/p>\n
Then she looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey told me the house was already theirs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol went still.<\/p>\n
Emily continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey said you were refusing to sign only because you were angry about failing school.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol said, \u201cEmily.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey said the paperwork corrected a technical problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat technical problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily looked toward the ballroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat your mother made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan moved between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily reached into her handbag.<\/p>\n
She pulled out an envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside were photocopies.<\/p>\n
My driver\u2019s license.<\/p>\n
My birth certificate.<\/p>\n
The assignment document.<\/p>\n
And a printed appointment confirmation for Sterling Notary Services.<\/p>\n
8:30 P.M.<\/p>\n
Emily handed them to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s face turned white.<\/p>\n
Then Emily said the sentence that changed the entire night.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s another copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey gave the same packet to someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan whispered, \u201cAnother signer?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn case I backed out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I checked the time.<\/p>\n
7:51.<\/p>\n
Thirty-nine minutes.<\/p>\n
Across the corridor, Carol began walking quickly toward the ballroom doors.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly why.<\/p>\n
She was going to warn Dad.<\/p>\n
And somewhere in Los Angeles, someone we had never seen was still on the way to Sterling carrying my name.<\/p>\n
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