The Kind of Love That Breaks You
I sneered.
Though my words were meant for Helga, I shot a sharp glare at Aunt Cassandra, an opportunist who had been fawning over her.
Aunt Cassandra, always superstitious about ghosts, immediately dropped Helga's hand.
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After the funeral, I took Zeke, the one who framed me, to court.
Helga had already sued Theodore, and with Rosa's firsthand testimony, the trial went smoothly. Theodore was sent to prison.
I used to be a pianist, making at least a million dollars a year. After my hands were ruined, I could still earn money by livestreaming flute performances, though it was nothing compared to the fame and fortune I'd had before.
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