Brandon’s hair was much thinner now, but Claudine mussed it up affectionately like she did when they were kids.
The legal paperwork was in neat stacks, she hadn’t once had to reach for her nicotine gum, they had laughed and joked and no voices had raised.
“You’re a damn good brother, you know that? Chelsea and her brother actually swung on each other when…
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