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Chapter Twenty-Two: He Confronts His Mother
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2026-07-18 20:28:49
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EVERYTHING HE OWED HER Chapter Twenty-Two: He Confronts His Mother
Danny POV"You went to her," I said. "Again."My mother looked up from the desk in the estate study, the same desk she'd sat behind for every serious conversation of my life, the one that was positioned exactly right to make whoever sat across from it feel like they were being assessed. She didn't look surprised to see me. She looked like a woman who had been expecting this and had decided what she would say about it."I had a conversation with Myra," she said. "Yes.""You summoned her." I stayed standing. I'd learned a long time ago that sitting in that study put you at a disadvantage you spent the whole conversation trying to recover from. "You sent an official summons through the estate line like she was staff being called in for a performance review.""She lives on this estate, Danny. The estate line is...""She's not staff." My voice was sharper than I meant it to be. "She has never been just staff, and you know that. Treating her like she can be managed or called in whenever it
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