The police traced Thomas Keller\u2019s call faster than Malcolm\u2019s.<\/p>\n
The phone registered near a rural service road thirty miles north.<\/p>\n
By the time units reached the area, the device was lying in a ditch.<\/p>\n
No Thomas.<\/p>\n
No Victor.<\/p>\n
Only tire marks leading toward the highway.<\/p>\n
I stood in my kitchen while officers turned our house into a command point.<\/p>\n
Radios crackled.<\/p>\n
Maps appeared on the table.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s cardigan remained draped over the chair.<\/p>\n
The ordinary sight of it made everything else seem unreal.<\/p>\n
Sandra paced near the window.<\/p>\n
Roy sat with his head in his hands.<\/p>\n
Nobody blamed him for Victor taking Thomas.<\/p>\n
Not directly.<\/p>\n
But every road still seemed to pass through one of Roy\u2019s old decisions.<\/p>\n
He felt it.<\/p>\n
I could see that.<\/p>\n
Elena studied Arthur\u2019s boundary map.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Thomas helped bury records beneath the old accounting annex, Victor has two problems.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas can testify.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the records may still exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnless Victor removed them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he couldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen the company failed, the annex was condemned. Part of it collapsed. Dad sold equipment, but the foundation stayed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t prevent excavation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But Victor thought the records were under the east side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey weren\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy rubbed his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was there when they buried them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra stopped pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you weren\u2019t involved with Victor after the original theft.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said a lot of things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face hardened.<\/p>\n
Roy looked at the detectives.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was nineteen. Victor told me the company records had to disappear or Dad would find out what I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you helped bury them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe west foundation trench.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena turned the map.<\/p>\n
The west trench sat mostly beneath the strip of land the recent survey showed belonged to Arthur\u2019s property.<\/p>\n
That explained everything.<\/p>\n
Victor believed he controlled the adjoining parcel.<\/p>\n
But the actual burial site fell within Arthur\u2019s legal boundary.<\/p>\n
He could not excavate openly without risking trespass, permits, records, attention.<\/p>\n
Especially once Arthur discovered the boundary error.<\/p>\n
The house was not simply valuable.<\/p>\n
It physically controlled access to the original evidence.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s trust ensured the property went directly to me.<\/p>\n
No probate delay.<\/p>\n
No easy pressure on the estate.<\/p>\n
No window for Roy to seize control legitimately.<\/p>\n
Arthur had closed the door Victor expected to walk through.<\/p>\n
Roy moved closer to the map.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas must have told Dad the west side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did,\u201d I said. \u201cArthur wrote that Thomas saw what Victor buried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas didn\u2019t just see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe helped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another witness compromised by Victor.<\/p>\n
Another man who stayed silent for decades.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly was buried?\u201d Mr. Katz asked.<\/p>\n
Roy looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginal accounting books. Transfer authorizations. Some of Peter Vale\u2019s drafts. Maybe checks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe evidence used to frame Malcolm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd evidence of your theft?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer cost him something.<\/p>\n
I saw it.<\/p>\n
For years Roy\u2019s instinct had been concealment.<\/p>\n
Now every truthful sentence tightened the case against him.<\/p>\n
That was Arthur\u2019s choice.<\/p>\n
Tell the truth even if it hurts you.<\/p>\n
Or remain Victor\u2019s son.<\/p>\n
Elena noticed too.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf police recover those records, they may implicate you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll go to prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re just accepting that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m accepting that hiding it is how we got here.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the first thing Roy said that sounded like Arthur.<\/p>\n
Not enough to forgive him.<\/p>\n
Enough to make me listen.<\/p>\n
A detective approached.<\/p>\n
They had reviewed traffic cameras.<\/p>\n
A vehicle matching Victor\u2019s SUV had been seen heading east.<\/p>\n
Not north.<\/p>\n
The phone trace had been a diversion.<\/p>\n
Victor had thrown Thomas\u2019s phone from one road and doubled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere east?\u201d Elena asked.<\/p>\n
The detective showed the route.<\/p>\n
Roy leaned over the map.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat road goes to the old plant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s company property.<\/p>\n
Most buildings had been demolished years ago.<\/p>\n
One warehouse remained.<\/p>\n
Owned through another Vale entity.<\/p>\n
Police mobilized.<\/p>\n
This time nobody allowed Roy to stay behind.<\/p>\n
Detectives wanted him to identify areas on the site.<\/p>\n
I was told to remain at the house.<\/p>\n
I refused.<\/p>\n
They refused harder.<\/p>\n
Eventually I accepted the compromise of staying with Mr. Katz and Sandra while Elena accompanied police.<\/p>\n
Roy left with detectives.<\/p>\n
Before stepping outside, he stopped beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
The apology arrived at the wrong time.<\/p>\n
Too late for Arthur.<\/p>\n
Too early for me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He waited.<\/p>\n
Perhaps he wanted absolution.<\/p>\n
I did not give it.<\/p>\n
He nodded and left.<\/p>\n
Two hours passed.<\/p>\n
Sandra sat across from me.<\/p>\n
For most of our marriage, she and I had never been alone together longer than fifteen minutes.<\/p>\n
Now we had been through nearly two days of revelations.<\/p>\n
She stared at Arthur\u2019s cardigan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI really did call you his nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew it was cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if I admitted you were his wife, then I had to admit Dad chose a life after Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes remained on the cardigan.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I hated that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were allowed to hate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t allowed to punish Arthur for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat in silence.<\/p>\n
She did not ask forgiveness.<\/p>\n
I respected that more than if she had.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cI stole his silver.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the watches.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her eyes angrily.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept thinking he had so much. That he wouldn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe cared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe cared more that you thought you had to sneak.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised her.<\/p>\n
Arthur had once said, \u201cIf Sandra asked me for the clock, I\u2019d probably give it to her. What bothers me is she thinks love works better if nobody has to say please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra began crying quietly.<\/p>\n
No performance.<\/p>\n
Just grief.<\/p>\n
I let her.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Elena.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found the warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they find?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSigns someone was there recently. Blood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Elena continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy found a second exit. Old loading tunnel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere does it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToward the rail spur.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind jumped to Arthur\u2019s locker.<\/p>\n
Victor knew the old industrial infrastructure better than anyone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAny vehicles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne abandoned truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Elena said, \u201cRoy found something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA chair.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not understand.<\/p>\n
Then I did.<\/p>\n
Rope on the floor.<\/p>\n
Blood on the armrest.<\/p>\n
Thomas had been held there.<\/p>\n
But moved.<\/p>\n
The search expanded.<\/p>\n
Another hour.<\/p>\n
Darkness began falling.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz made coffee nobody drank.<\/p>\n
Sandra stood at the window.<\/p>\n
Finally, a detective called Sam.<\/p>\n
He listened.<\/p>\n
Then handed the phone to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Roy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n
Wind in the background.<\/p>\n
Sirens far away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNear the old rail yard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief weakened my knees.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn a drainage building beside the tracks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s hurt. Ambulance is taking him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBadly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy breathed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was always more.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas had something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says Arthur gave it to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKey to what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know. Or he won\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the pantry pouch.<\/p>\n
Arthur had distributed evidence among people.<\/p>\n
Thomas may have held another piece.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I speak to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
A voice shouted in the background.<\/p>\n
Roy answered someone.<\/p>\n
Then returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen, listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
His urgency changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants a trade.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra came closer.<\/p>\n
I put the phone on speaker.<\/p>\n
Roy continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas for the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you already found Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor doesn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ones buried under the annex.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can\u2019t know whether police found them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knows they haven\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy went silent.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cBecause they\u2019re not there anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone in the kitchen froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe checked.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you buried them there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas had apparently told police the same thing.<\/p>\n
The burial cavity remained.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
The records had been removed sometime in the past.<\/p>\n
By whom?<\/p>\n
Arthur?<\/p>\n
Victor?<\/p>\n
Peter?<\/p>\n
Margaret?<\/p>\n
Thomas?<\/p>\n
Roy continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor thinks Dad moved them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I remembered Arthur\u2019s wording.<\/p>\n
The thing Victor needs is not something I gave you.<\/p>\n
It is something you already know.<\/p>\n
Perhaps the buried records were no longer under the annex because Arthur discovered them.<\/p>\n
Where would he put originals too important for the garage archive?<\/p>\n
Not the house.<\/p>\n
Too obvious.<\/p>\n
Not Mr. Katz\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Diane had access.<\/p>\n
Not the storage unit.<\/p>\n
Victor knew Margaret rented it.<\/p>\n
Arthur needed a place connected to our shared life but meaningless to Victor.<\/p>\n
Something I knew.<\/p>\n
My thoughts moved through nine years.<\/p>\n
Restaurants.<\/p>\n
Trips.<\/p>\n
Church.<\/p>\n
Clinic.<\/p>\n
Garden.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014<\/p>\n
The cottage.<\/p>\n
Arthur and I had rented a small lakeside cottage every anniversary.<\/p>\n
Same place.<\/p>\n
Same owner.<\/p>\n
Arthur loved routine.<\/p>\n
Three years ago, he spent an entire morning repairing a loose floorboard there, despite it not being our property.<\/p>\n
I teased him.<\/p>\n
He became strangely serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome things are worth fixing properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the time I thought he meant the floor.<\/p>\n
Maybe he did.<\/p>\n
Maybe not.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did Arthur first tell you he had found the original records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore or after our anniversary?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
I turned to Mr. Katz.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lake cottage.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
Then understood.<\/p>\n
Arthur had returned from that anniversary trip with mud on his shoes even though it had not rained.<\/p>\n
He told me he had walked near the boathouse.<\/p>\n
That evening he wrote for hours.<\/p>\n
A week later the Tuesday visits became more frequent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat cottage?\u201d Sandra asked.<\/p>\n
I explained.<\/p>\n
Roy heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen, don\u2019t go there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz gave me a look that said he hoped I did.<\/p>\n
We gave the address to detectives.<\/p>\n
It was forty-five minutes away.<\/p>\n
Off-season now.<\/p>\n
Likely empty.<\/p>\n
Police dispatched units.<\/p>\n
Victor called Roy again before they arrived.<\/p>\n
This time Roy recorded it.<\/p>\n
Victor said, \u201cYou have until midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy replied, \u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur\u2019s originals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know who does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen knows more than she thinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Confirmation.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave her out of this,\u201d Roy said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had twenty-five years to become brave, Roy. Don\u2019t start pretending tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy did not respond.<\/p>\n
Victor continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBring me the original ledgers and Thomas\u2019s key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked at the detectives around him.<\/p>\n
He asked, \u201cWhat key?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s voice became cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know exactly what key.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Roy told us all of it.<\/p>\n
But one detail bothered Elena when she heard.<\/p>\n
Victor knew Thomas had a key.<\/p>\n
How?<\/p>\n
Only Thomas.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
And whoever Arthur told.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Malcolm.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Diane.<\/p>\n
Perhaps someone else.<\/p>\n
The circle was still not closed.<\/p>\n
Police reached the lake property at 10:18 p.m.<\/p>\n
The cottage door was locked.<\/p>\n
No obvious forced entry.<\/p>\n
The owner arrived with a key.<\/p>\n
Inside looked untouched.<\/p>\n
They checked the floorboards.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered Arthur fixing the boathouse, not the cottage.<\/p>\n
I corrected them.<\/p>\n
Officers crossed toward the water.<\/p>\n
The boathouse door stood open.<\/p>\n
Inside, beneath a workbench, one board had newer nails.<\/p>\n
They removed it.<\/p>\n
Below was a metal case.<\/p>\n
I listened over the phone as the detective opened it.<\/p>\n
Original company ledgers.<\/p>\n
Signed transfer authorizations.<\/p>\n
Peter Vale\u2019s handwritten notes.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s payment records.<\/p>\n
Everything Roy remembered burying.<\/p>\n
Arthur had found it.<\/p>\n
And moved it.<\/p>\n
There was more.<\/p>\n
A small cassette recorder.<\/p>\n
Another key.<\/p>\n
And a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
FOR HELEN AND ROY TO OPEN TOGETHER.<\/p>\n
Roy was still at the rail yard.<\/p>\n
I was at Arthur\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
The detective would not open it without permission.<\/p>\n
\u201cBring it here,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Roy objected.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy together?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Arthur wanted it that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know as much as I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The case was secured as evidence.<\/p>\n
But the envelope could be delivered after documentation.<\/p>\n
Roy returned under police escort shortly before midnight.<\/p>\n
He entered the kitchen looking filthy and exhausted.<\/p>\n
Sandra did not speak to him.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz placed the envelope between us.<\/p>\n
Roy sat opposite me.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Arthur\u2019s death, neither of us was fighting over anything.<\/p>\n
We were simply waiting for Arthur.<\/p>\n
I broke the seal.<\/p>\n
Inside were two pages.<\/p>\n
The first addressed to Roy.<\/p>\n
Arthur wrote that he had spent years making excuses for his son because shame was easier to forgive than cruelty.<\/p>\n
He eventually understood Roy\u2019s greatest failing was neither.<\/p>\n
It was fear.<\/p>\n
Roy allowed fear to make decisions, then called the consequences unavoidable.<\/p>\n
Roy closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Arthur wrote that if Roy was reading the letter with me, he had finally reached the choice he should have made at nineteen.<\/p>\n
Tell the truth.<\/p>\n
Accept what follows.<\/p>\n
Stop asking others to pay for your mistakes.<\/p>\n
Roy began crying.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s second page was for me.<\/p>\n
Helen, if Roy is beside you, listen to him before deciding what he deserves.<\/p>\n
I looked at Roy.<\/p>\n
He could barely meet my eyes.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur\u2019s final line changed everything.<\/p>\n
ROY DID NOT PUSH ME DOWN THE STAIRS.<\/p>\n
BUT HE KNOWS WHO HELPED VICTOR GET INTO THE HOUSE THAT NIGHT.<\/p>\n
I lowered the page.<\/p>\n
Sandra stared at her brother.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz went still.<\/p>\n
Roy whispered, \u201cHelen.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice felt distant.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
Not Sandra.<\/p>\n
Not Diane.<\/p>\n
Not Malcolm.<\/p>\n
The answer seemed to hurt him physically.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
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