For several seconds, I could not move. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Not immediately.<\/p>\n Because something inside me resisted.<\/p>\n For thirteen years, I had kept solving Caroline’s problems.<\/p>\n For three years, I had lived with the belief that Royce’s death had ended one chapter of my life and left me with the responsibility of carrying the rest alone.<\/p>\n Now I was holding something he had deliberately hidden from me.<\/p>\n Something he apparently believed I might need one day.<\/p>\n I closed my fingers around it.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Otis looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cI want to see it myself.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cThen we’ll do it safely.\u201d<\/p>\n We carried the desk drawer into the dining room.<\/p>\n I sat down.<\/p>\n Otis connected the flash drive to his laptop.<\/p>\n Nothing happened for several seconds.<\/p>\n Then a folder appeared.<\/p>\n There were seven files.<\/p>\n The first was labeled:<\/p>\n BANK<\/strong><\/p>\n The second:<\/p>\n CAROLINE<\/strong><\/p>\n The third:<\/p>\n WADE<\/strong><\/p>\n The fourth:<\/p>\n HOUSE<\/strong><\/p>\n The fifth:<\/p>\n INSURANCE<\/strong><\/p>\n The sixth:<\/p>\n POWER OF ATTORNEY<\/strong><\/p>\n The seventh had no name.<\/p>\n Just a date.<\/p>\n 10-14-2023<\/strong><\/p>\n My breath caught.<\/p>\n That was the year before Royce died.<\/p>\n I clicked the first folder.<\/p>\n There were bank statements.<\/p>\n Dozens of them.<\/p>\n Transfers.<\/p>\n Withdrawals.<\/p>\n Copies of checks.<\/p>\n Notes.<\/p>\n Then I saw something that made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n A transfer to Caroline.<\/p>\n I recognized the amount.<\/p>\n It was the same amount as the first large payment I had made toward their house.<\/p>\n Except the date was wrong.<\/p>\n It had happened months before Caroline ever told me they were buying the house.<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy would Royce have this?\u201d<\/p>\n He leaned closer.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n The next document was a spreadsheet.<\/p>\n Royce had written everything down.<\/p>\n Every payment.<\/p>\n Every loan.<\/p>\n Every transfer.<\/p>\n But there was something else.<\/p>\n A column labeled:<\/p>\n REASON GIVEN<\/strong><\/p>\n And beside each payment, Royce had written Caroline’s explanation.<\/p>\n Medical emergency.<\/p>\n Car repair.<\/p>\n Childcare.<\/p>\n Housing.<\/p>\n Tuition.<\/p>\n Temporary shortage.<\/p>\n Then another column.<\/p>\n ACTUAL USE<\/strong><\/p>\n Most of it was blank.<\/p>\n But not all.<\/p>\n One entry stopped me.<\/p>\n $14,800 \u2014 down payment assistance<\/strong><\/p>\n Actual use:<\/p>\n $8,000 house deposit. $6,800 transferred to personal account.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the number.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat’s that account?\u201d<\/p>\n Otis checked the statement.<\/p>\n \u201cWade’s.\u201d<\/p>\n I sat back.<\/p>\n \u201cRoyce knew.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n I opened another document.<\/p>\n There were copies of emails.<\/p>\n Not sent to me.<\/p>\n Not sent to Caroline.<\/p>\n They were between Royce and someone named Derek Malloy<\/strong>.<\/p>\n I didn’t know the name.<\/p>\n Otis did.<\/p>\n He leaned forward.<\/p>\n \u201cDerek Malloy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAccountant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor whom?\u201d<\/p>\n Otis looked at the screen.<\/p>\n \u201cWade’s landscaping company.\u201d<\/p>\n My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n I read the email.<\/p>\n Royce had asked Derek whether certain transfers were legitimate business expenses.<\/p>\n Derek had replied that he was concerned about \u201cfunds being redirected through personal accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n Another email said:<\/p>\n I don’t want to accuse anyone without proof. But I need to know whether Wade is moving business money through family accounts.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy didn’t Royce tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe always told me everything.\u201d<\/p>\n Otis didn’t answer.<\/p>\n I opened another file.<\/p>\n This one contained a scanned letter.<\/p>\n It was addressed to Royce.<\/p>\n From Derek.<\/p>\n The first sentence made my hands go cold.<\/p>\n Royce, I think you need to know that Caroline may not be aware of everything her husband is doing.<\/strong><\/p>\n I read the sentence twice.<\/p>\n Then I continued.<\/p>\n Derek explained that Wade’s landscaping business had been losing money for months.<\/p>\n He had unpaid invoices.<\/p>\n Overdue equipment loans.<\/p>\n Credit card balances.<\/p>\n And something called a merchant cash advance.<\/p>\n I didn’t know what that meant.<\/p>\n Otis explained.<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s expensive business financing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow expensive?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSometimes extremely.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked back at the document.<\/p>\n Derek had written that Wade was using money from one account to cover another.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n A cycle.<\/p>\n A hole being covered with another hole.<\/p>\n Until eventually the holes became too large.<\/p>\n And family money became part of the system.<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s why they needed me.\u201d<\/p>\n Otis looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe house.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe down payment.\u201d<\/p>\n I remembered the day.<\/p>\n Caroline had cried.<\/p>\n She had said they had finally found a place they could afford.<\/p>\n She had told me they needed help with the closing costs.<\/p>\n I had transferred the money.<\/p>\n At the time, I thought I was helping my daughter build a home for her children.<\/p>\n Now I wondered how much of that money had actually gone toward the house.<\/p>\n I opened the folder labeled HOUSE<\/strong>.<\/p>\n There were property records.<\/p>\n Loan documents.<\/p>\n Closing statements.<\/p>\n Then I saw something I had never seen.<\/p>\n A second mortgage.<\/p>\n My name was nowhere on it.<\/p>\n But the loan had been secured against the house.<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy would Royce have this?\u201d<\/p>\n Otis read the document.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause he was investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cInvestigating what?\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed to the lender.<\/p>\n \u201cLook at the date.\u201d<\/p>\n I did.<\/p>\n The loan had been taken out less than six months after Caroline and Wade bought the house.<\/p>\n The amount was $42,000.<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cForty-two thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n The document described it as a business-related obligation.<\/p>\n But the house was listed as collateral.<\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n \u201cThey put their house up to pay a business debt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like it.\u201d<\/p>\n I sat back.<\/p>\n Then something occurred to me.<\/p>\n \u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n I opened the POWER OF ATTORNEY<\/strong> folder.<\/p>\n There were copies of forms I had signed.<\/p>\n Bank authorization.<\/p>\n Insurance communication.<\/p>\n Property inquiries.<\/p>\n Account management.<\/p>\n And then\u2014<\/p>\n One document made my heart stop.<\/p>\n It was a photocopy of the original power of attorney.<\/p>\n At the bottom was my signature.<\/p>\n But beside it was a handwritten notation.<\/p>\n COPY PROVIDED TO W. Mercer \u2014 02\/12\/2025<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the initials.<\/p>\n W.<\/p>\n Wade.<\/p>\n My hands became cold.<\/p>\n \u201cI never gave him a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n Otis studied the page.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe Caroline did.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cI gave Caroline one copy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen how did Wade get it?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t know.<\/p>\n And that was the problem.<\/p>\n We had spent years thinking the power of attorney was simply a document.<\/p>\n A piece of paper.<\/p>\n Something harmless.<\/p>\n But it had become a key.<\/p>\n A key to my accounts.<\/p>\n My information.<\/p>\n My financial identity.<\/p>\n And someone had been using it.<\/p>\n I opened the folder labeled WADE<\/strong>.<\/p>\n There were only three files.<\/p>\n The first was a business report.<\/p>\n The second was a photograph.<\/p>\n The third was an audio recording.<\/p>\n I stared at the recording.<\/p>\n \u201cDon’t play that yet,\u201d Otis said.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe don’t know what it contains.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s my husband’s file.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn’t mean we know what he recorded.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n But before I could stop myself, I clicked it.<\/p>\n Static filled the room.<\/p>\n Then Royce’s voice.<\/p>\n My husband’s voice.<\/p>\n Three years gone.<\/p>\n And suddenly he was sitting at my dining-room table again.<\/p>\n I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cMargaret, if you’re hearing this, I couldn’t tell you everything while I was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n My eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n Otis looked away.<\/p>\n Royce continued.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought I had more time.\u201d<\/p>\n I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n His voice sounded tired.<\/p>\n Older than I remembered.<\/p>\n \u201cI started looking into Wade’s finances because I noticed something strange.\u201d<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n \u201cHe wasn’t just losing money.\u201d<\/p>\n Another pause.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was hiding losses.\u201d<\/p>\n My hand tightened around the chair.<\/p>\n \u201cI found transfers from the business into accounts connected to Caroline.\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n Royce continued.<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t believe Caroline understands the full extent of it.\u201d<\/p>\n The recording crackled.<\/p>\n Then he said:<\/p>\n \u201cIf I am wrong, destroy this recording and forgive me for worrying you.\u201d<\/p>\n My eyes opened.<\/p>\n \u201cBut if I’m right, Margaret, you need to protect yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n The recording continued.<\/p>\n \u201cDo not let Caroline manage your money.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n Neither of us moved.<\/p>\n Royce’s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n \u201cNot because she’s a bad daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n \u201cBut because she is afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cAfraid of what?\u201d<\/p>\n The recording continued.<\/p>\n \u201cShe is afraid of losing Wade.\u201d<\/p>\n My chest tightened.<\/p>\n Royce knew.<\/p>\n He knew my daughter was trapped in something.<\/p>\n He knew she might be protecting Wade because she believed protecting him was the same as protecting her family.<\/p>\n Then Royce said the sentence that changed everything.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd if Wade ever comes to you asking for money, there is one thing you must remember.\u201d<\/p>\n The recording crackled.<\/p>\n I leaned closer.<\/p>\n \u201cAsk him about the account ending in 4418.\u201d<\/p>\n My entire body went still.<\/p>\n The same account the bank had mentioned that morning.<\/p>\n The same account Caroline had supposedly closed.<\/p>\n The same account receiving money from the credit line.<\/p>\n Royce had known about it.<\/p>\n Three years ago.<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n Otis nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n I pressed play again.<\/p>\n Royce’s voice continued.<\/p>\n \u201cIf he tells you the account belongs to Caroline, don’t believe him.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart pounded.<\/p>\n \u201cIf he tells you Caroline knows everything, don’t believe him.\u201d<\/p>\n Then Royce paused.<\/p>\n Long enough that I could hear the faint sound of him breathing.<\/p>\n Finally he said:<\/p>\n \u201cBecause the account isn’t really hers.\u201d<\/p>\n The recording ended.<\/p>\n The room became silent.<\/p>\n I stared at the laptop.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n Otis didn’t answer.<\/p>\n He was looking at the bank documents.<\/p>\n \u201cLet’s find out.\u201d<\/p>\n We called the bank.<\/p>\n They confirmed the account ending in 4418 had been opened under Caroline’s name.<\/p>\n But there was a second authorized user.<\/p>\n Wade.<\/p>\n Then the representative checked something else.<\/p>\n Her voice changed.<\/p>\n \u201cMrs. Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere is a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe account was closed nine months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n \u201cThen where did the recent transfers go?\u201d<\/p>\n She typed.<\/p>\n Then stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cMrs. Mercer, the transfers were not sent to account 4418.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe destination was an internal account associated with the same customer profile.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt means someone used an old account number to route funds into another account.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhose account?\u201d<\/p>\n She hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cI’m sorry. I can’t disclose that without authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n Otis spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re speaking with her attorney. We need the account owner information for a fraud investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a pause.<\/p>\n Then the bank representative said:<\/p>\n \u201cThe receiving account is under the name\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n She stopped.<\/p>\n My heart was pounding.<\/p>\n \u201cUnder whose name?\u201d<\/p>\n The woman finally answered.<\/p>\n \u201cRoyce Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n My husband.<\/p>\n Dead for three years.<\/p>\n An account under his name had received money.<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cThat isn’t possible.\u201d<\/p>\n He was already standing.<\/p>\n \u201cCheck the date it was opened.\u201d<\/p>\n The representative did.<\/p>\n Then she gave us the date.<\/p>\n It had been opened eight months after Royce died.<\/p>\n I felt the room disappear around me.<\/p>\n Someone had opened a financial account using my dead husband’s identity.<\/p>\n And somehow, that account had been connected to Wade.<\/p>\n Otis stared at me.<\/p>\n \u201cMargaret.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe need to know who opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n Before I could answer, my phone rang.<\/p>\n Unknown number.<\/p>\n I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n Then I saw the time.<\/p>\n 9:13 a.m.<\/p>\n I answered.<\/p>\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n No one spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n I heard breathing.<\/p>\n Then a woman’s voice.<\/p>\n Very faint.<\/p>\n \u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cCaroline?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can’t tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you safe?\u201d<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n I stood.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are the children?\u201d<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n \u201cCaroline!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey’re with me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs Wade there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen leave.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean you tried?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can’t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice broke.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause he took the car keys.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n \u201cCall the police.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can’t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause if I do, he’ll send everything to them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat everything?\u201d<\/p>\n She started crying.<\/p>\n \u201cVideos.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat videos?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf me.\u201d<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe recorded me.\u201d<\/p>\n My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n \u201cDoing what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why are you afraid?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause he edited them.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n \u201cHe said if I ever left him, he’d make it look like I stole from you.\u201d<\/p>\n The room spun.<\/p>\n \u201cCaroline\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe has the bank records.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at the flash drive.<\/p>\n \u201cHe has copies of your documents.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at the green file.<\/p>\n \u201cHe has recordings.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Mom\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice dropped to a whisper.<\/p>\n \u201cHe knows about the account.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat account?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe one Dad found.\u201d<\/p>\n My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n \u201cCaroline, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n She whispered something.<\/p>\n I couldn’t hear.<\/p>\n \u201cSay it again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI said\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n A noise came through the phone.<\/p>\n A door opening.<\/p>\n Caroline gasped.<\/p>\n Then her voice became barely audible.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, he’s home.\u201d<\/p>\n The call ended.<\/p>\n I immediately called back.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n I called again.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n Otis was already reaching for his coat.<\/p>\n \u201cI’m going to contact the police.\u201d<\/p>\n I stood.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOtis\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou just had eye surgery.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t care.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYou should.\u201d<\/p>\n For a moment, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n Then my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n A message.<\/p>\n From Caroline.<\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n There was no text.<\/p>\n Only a photograph.<\/p>\n It showed a dark wooden desk.<\/p>\n Royce’s desk.<\/p>\n The same desk standing in my spare room.<\/p>\n But the photograph wasn’t taken in my house.<\/p>\n It was taken somewhere else.<\/p>\n On top of the desk was a manila folder.<\/p>\n Written across the front were four words:<\/p>\n THE REAL POWER OF ATTORNEY<\/strong><\/p>\n Underneath was another photograph.<\/p>\n This one showed Wade.<\/p>\n Standing beside Caroline.<\/p>\n And behind them\u2014<\/p>\n Was a bank employee I recognized.<\/p>\n The same woman who had called me that morning.<\/p>\n My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n I looked at Otis.<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s the woman from the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n He stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n Then he said something that made the entire situation suddenly much worse.<\/p>\n \u201cMargaret\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat isn’t your bank.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed at the photograph.<\/p>\n \u201cLook at the logo.\u201d<\/p>\n I zoomed in.<\/p>\n The woman wasn’t standing inside my bank.<\/p>\n She was standing inside a different financial institution.<\/p>\n One I had never used.<\/p>\n And on the desk beside her was a document.<\/p>\n My name was visible.<\/p>\n So was Wade’s.<\/p>\n And underneath both names was another name.<\/p>\n A name I hadn’t seen in three years.<\/p>\n Royce Mercer.<\/strong><\/p>\n My dead husband.<\/p>\n Then another notification appeared on my phone.<\/p>\n This time, it wasn’t from Caroline.<\/p>\n It was from an unknown number.<\/p>\n Only one sentence.<\/p>\n You should have left the past buried, Margaret.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n Then another message arrived.<\/p>\n Royce didn’t know everything.<\/strong><\/p>\n A third followed.<\/p>\n But you will.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked toward the spare room.<\/p>\n The drawer was still open.<\/p>\n The flash drive was still on the table.<\/p>\n And suddenly I understood.<\/p>\n Royce hadn’t hidden the evidence because he was afraid of Wade.<\/p>\n He had hidden it because he was afraid that if the truth ever came out\u2026<\/p>\n I would discover that Wade wasn’t the only person involved.<\/p>\n There was someone else.<\/p>\n Someone who had been helping him.<\/p>\n Someone who had access to my family’s finances.<\/p>\n Someone who knew about the account.<\/p>\n Someone who knew about Royce’s investigation.<\/p>\n And someone who had been waiting three years for me to find the truth.<\/p>\n Then my phone rang again.<\/p>\n This time, the caller ID displayed a name.<\/p>\n A name I had not seen since my husband’s funeral.<\/p>\n Derek Malloy.<\/strong><\/p>\n The accountant who had warned Royce.<\/p>\n I answered.<\/p>\n He didn’t say hello.<\/p>\n He simply whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cMargaret, don’t trust Otis.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at the lawyer standing across from me.<\/p>\n And for the first time that morning\u2026<\/p>\n I wondered whether I had invited the wrong person into my house.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PART 4 For several seconds, I could not move. 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\nThe flash drive sat in my palm.
\nIt was small.
\nBlack.
\nOrdinary.
\nThe kind of thing most people would lose in the bottom of a drawer and forget existed.
\nBut Royce had hidden it.
\nAnd he had written a warning.
\nIf Margaret ever finds this, it means someone has finally gone too far.
\n<\/strong>I read the sentence again.
\nThen again.
\nMy husband had been dead for three years.
\nWhatever he had known, whatever he had suspected, whatever he had discovered\u2014he had known it before I did.
\nOtis stood behind me.
\n\u201cDon’t open anything yet.\u201d
\nI turned.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause we don’t know what is on it.\u201d
\n\u201cI don’t care.\u201d
\n\u201cI do.\u201d
\nHe held out his hand.
\n\u201cGive it to me.\u201d
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