interior searching for anything familiar. She came up empty - even the photos were of Morgan,

not her.

“You like it? It's coming along, coming along…,” Morgan motioned Janelle onto the

patio with a wide-eyed frenzy that clashed with her nonchalant chit-chat. Janelle complied, her

jaw clenching as she saw it on the mantle above the gas fireplace - a Nobel Prize.

“Actually, it was a long trip over. I need to excuse myself for just a moment,” Janelle

tried her best to force a smile as the color drained from her face. She moved toward the hallw...

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