na town, holding a piece of paper t

or Julian Vance. I ran his local office, raised our twins,

ruth. A prenuptial agreement. Not with me, but wi

. My children were n

nvenient cover story. The shock hit

Washington D.C. I saw him there, in his grand house, with hi

l. His face b

ortunate loose end. Make sure the lo

ose

, a fire so hot it felt like it could tear the world apart. A golden light s

ed. You will have a

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g soundly, a smug smile o

was back at the be