Colleen Whitmore — The Suitcase Dennis Never Thought to Open
We can forget this.
I’ll even let you keep a card in your own name.”
He offered it as though he were granting a favor.
“No.”
“Then don’t expect a cent.”
I ended the call.
Afterward I sat in the quiet, surprised by the steadiness of my breathing.
Dennis had spoken to me in the same commanding voice that once made my stomach tighten.
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