lowered his voice. “Please come home. We can fix this.”
I looked through Maya’s office window at the sunrise.
“No,” I said. “Now we fix it properly.”
By noon, Diane and Kyle stood on the sidewalk beside their luggage, furious and humiliated.
I arrived with Maya.
Diane rushed toward me until a deputy stepped between us.
“You evil little witch,” she hissed. “You planned this.”
“No,” I said. “You planned it. I documented it.”
Eric came down the steps looking exhausted. “Can we talk inside?”
“We can talk here.”
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