The Connection

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Hensley frowned. “Laura what?” She swallowed hard. “Laura Hensley.” Samantha froze. Hensley’s voice softened, wary. “That’s my brother’s name.” Laura looked up, meeting his gaze.
“Robert Hensley was my father.” The words landed heavy. The room seemed to shrink. Hensley gripped the table edge, color draining from his face.
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