Something sacred
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“I’m not arguing with you,” Robert said lightly, but his voice cracked with emotion. Megan laughed, the sound watery but real. They unloaded the stroller together, careful and respectful, as if handling something sacred. The duffle bag stayed tucked safely in the backseat for now. It wasn’t just money anymore—it was a legacy they had to protect.
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