Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

my medical file.”

Sarah leaned forward, her elbows on the table. “But Donald still thinks Robert is doing this to save us from financial ruin. How do we convince him without making him feel like an idiot?”

“We show him the truth in public,” I said. “Where he cannot run from it, and where Robert cannot lie his way out of it.”

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