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Chapter Eight: A Bet Over Breakfast

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Breakfast at the Sinclairs’ had rules. Nobody spoke before Adrian finished his coffee. Nobody touched the toast rack but Elena. And nobody, under any circumstances, mentioned money, which was why it sat at the table every morning like a fifth guest.

Eliza came down at eight with her hair still damp, took the chair nearest the kitchen door and waited.

Adrian finished his coffee. Cup into saucer, one sharp, final click.

“Papa,” said Eliza. “The vase on the sideboard is a fake.”

The toast rack sto
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