My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

merely emotional,” she said gently. “It’s also practical.”

I nodded.

But we both understood the practical aspect wasn’t what had altered my breathing pattern.

On the third night, at exactly seventy-two hours since Marcus had first called, my mother sent a single text.

How much do you want?

I stared at the screen until it dimmed.

Then I opened my email.

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