Chapter 7 · free to read
Just family. No lawyers. There were two folders on the table before anybody sat down.
It was more money than she had earned in six years. It would have paid the troupe's rent for a decade. She got as far as the cap.
Nothing was stolen. Nothing was broken. The ground silk had been opened on the bias in a single stroke, which is not something anybody can do in the dark unless they have done it ten thousand times in the light.
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