Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

to me describe the afternoon.

“He looked at her as if she were not even human, Clara,” Evelyn said, her voice flat and serious.

“He did,” I whispered. “And now he is rushing Gary to sign those papers.”

Clara watched the dust settle on the gravel driveway, knowing the peaceful days were over.

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