Tears stung my eyes.
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“And as for the inheritance… I would rather leave my estate to the eight children he abandoned.”
I stood up. And I did something I had never, ever imagined myself doing.
I hugged Margaret.
She went stiff for half a second. Then her hands came up and patted my back.
“Thank you,” I murmured into her shoulder.
She went stiff for half a second.
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“I’m so sorry for what he did to you,” she breathed. “His behavior is utterly reprehensible.”
I stepped back and wiped my eyes quickly. Then I pulled out my phone.
“I’m going to call him. Let him know how this went.”
Margaret nodded once and lifted her teacup.
He answered fast. “Claire? Did you get her to change her mind?”
I glanced across the table at Margaret. “No. Your attempt to manipulate me failed, Daniel. Your mother explained everything.”
“Did you get her to change her mind?”
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“What? But-but you two hate each other. Why would she — you! What did you say to her? This is all your fault!”
“Daniel, everything that’s happened to you is your own fault.”
I hung up.
Across the table, Margaret lifted her teacup to her lips with complete composure and took a slow, unhurried sip.
For the first time in 20 years, Margaret and I were on the same side.
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