You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback

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o a public library and logged into a secure cloud server I had built years ago,

d the ones Harrison had sent

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good: my father's wooden box. It held his dog tags and my mothe

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Brooke was standi

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as my m

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r with a dull ping. Then, maintaining ey

snapped

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kline of her own dress. She scratched her own n

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ered up the stairs, s

: Brooke on the floor, weeping, clutching her stom

he tried to kick me in the stomach

question in his eyes. No hesitatio

imal,"

strides. He didn't check

against the wall. The box fell from my ha

squeezing. Black spots danced in my

asped, clawing use

suddenly I crumpled to the floor.

to pick up t

sending them skittering across the hardwood. "

oke, who was watching us through her

grab the tags. I di

stopped and looked back

ce steady for the first time in days. "I

out the f

at the library from my pocket. I dialed

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