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resolve the mortgage,” Maeve said, her eyes fixed on the photograph.

I looked at her, but she looked away, her face turning pale in the fading light.

Maeve sat on the porch steps, her face pale as she looked at the photo of Todd’s truck.

The clock on the wall of the county agricultural office clicked to nine.

The small lobby smelled of continue reading …