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At the head of the table sat Eleanor Caldwell.
Even in mourning clothes, she looked regal and intimidating.
She adjusted her glasses impatiently.
“Mr. Harrison,” she said coldly. “Read the will. My husband is gone. I don’t intend to spend the rest of the evening listening to family drama.”
Family.
The word almost sounded ironic.
Andrew Harrison, the Caldwell continue reading …