I Found Them Sleeping On A Marble Bench Inside My Bank — One Exhausted Mother And A Six-Year-Old Girl Hugging A Torn Rabbit

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Her eyes filled with tears.

“I finally signed the ownership papers last week.”

Arthur listened carefully.

“And now?”

Lena swallowed hard.

“They took it.”

The words hung heavily between them.

Arthur’s expression hardened.

“Who took it?”

“My landlord.”

“Name.”

“Victor Kroll.”

Arthur recognized it immediately.

The name carried a reputation.

Not a good one.

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