“The papers I didn’t want Ryan to know you found.” I straightened. “I thought those were the Maple Glen documents.” “No.” My patience finally frayed. “Eleanor.” She looked apologetic. “I wasn’t ready.” “For what?” “For you to know why Ryan really went to Florida.” I stared at her. “He told me it was a vacation.” “They did book a hotel.” “So?” “But Melissa didn’t go for the beach.” The house suddenly seemed very quiet. “What did she go for?” Eleanor stood. “Bring me the blue folder.” I checked the stack.
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