“Do you remember the money I sent every month?”
Her face changed slightly.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything.”
I tapped the screen.
A bank statement appeared.
Not just one.
Dozens.
Months of transfers.
Four years of deposits.
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“Do you remember the money I sent every month?”
Her face changed slightly.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything.”
I tapped the screen.
A bank statement appeared.
Not just one.
Dozens.
Months of transfers.
Four years of deposits.
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