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"Go where?" Arthur demanded, his voice cracking. "The meeting is at eight."

The air in the room curdled. Their mother, Clara, was the only name never spoken in this room. She hadn't died; she had simply walked out one Tuesday morning ten years ago and never looked back. pussy mom mature incest

Arthur finally looked up. His eyes were cold, professional. "She left because she was weak. And she gave you that money because she knew you were the weakest link. A bribe to stay away." "Go where

Elias didn't open the letter. Instead, he stood up, tucked it into his pocket, and looked at Julian. "Let's go," Elias said. "Go where?" Arthur demanded