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guardianship petition entirely.”

“What petition?” I asked, keeping my hands flat against my wool coat to hide any trembling.

“It is just a legal formality Nicole’s lawyer drafted,” Julian said, looking past my shoulder at the front door.

“But we don’t have to file it if we put the house into a trust today. The trust would give me and Nicole the authority continue reading …