“I really don’t know,” Mrs. Sanders whispered. She edged closer to her husband, hoping to draw a little warmth from him.But Uncle Shawn shot her a cold look. “Every time someone mentions David’s death, you act strange. Did you do something?”Mrs. Sanders shook her head frantically. “No. What could I possibly have done? He was your brother. I might love money, but I’m not heartless. I would never do something that cruel.”Uncle Shawn stared at her for a long moment. At last, he smiled. “You’re right. You didn’t do anything.”Only then did she feel her heart drop back into place. She wrapped her arms around his waist, worry clouding her expression.By mid-afternoon, close to three, Mrs. Sanders went upstairs and shook Melvin awake. “Get up. We have guests.”Across the hall, Sarah peeked out of her room, but Mrs. Sanders spoke sharply. “You don’t need to come. You don’t know them anyway.”Melvin’s brows tightened. “Sarah is coming. She’s part of this family. If we have guests, she
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