She froze, then glared up at the camera.
“What is this? Why doesn’t my key work?”
“Because it’s my house,” I said.
Daniel stepped forward quickly. “Rachel, come on. Let’s talk inside.”
“No.”
Patricia’s mouth curled. “You can’t lock us out of Daniel’s property.”
I leaned closer to the phone.
“Patricia, this house was never his.”
The silence was beautiful.
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