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I didn’t dare try it carelessly because the safe had an alarm system, and if I got it wrong, it would be over for me.
Tamara and I stared at the study's safe, knowing we only had one chance.
I closed my eyes, trying to recall any clues to the password. Suddenly, I remembered something. "Tamara, when did Madam Rhodes have her miscarriage?"
Tamara immediately stated, "September 8, 2017."
I smiled, holding her hand. "Tamara, are you scared?"
Tamara firmly gripped my hand. "As long as you're with me, I'm not scared."
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