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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Margaret Confronted

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I was not there.

That was by design. Adrian had asked, in the quiet of the hotel suite the previous night, and I had said no without having to think about it. Whatever happened in that house the next morning was between Adrian and his mother, with Lucas present to ensure things were documented and witnessed and stayed in the territory of truth. My presence would have made it about something else. It would have given Margaret something to perform for, someone to aim her composure at, and Margare
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