Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
Of course not.”
“Bianca says you showed her a divorce petition.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“She’s downstairs.
We can ask her in front of you.”
Gavin’s expression hardened.
“Bianca shouldn’t be involved in this.”
“Then why was she in my bedroom?” I asked.
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