“I propose we sell everything and split the proceeds equally,” Priya said.
A murmur went through the group. Then Clover raised her hand. “Can I have the turtle fossil?”
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“Children,” the solicitor said. “He had a tendency to, shall we say, lose track.”
She smiled. Her color-coded schedule had been abandoned weeks ago. In its place was something messier, louder, and infinitely more alive. “I propose we sell everything and split the
The word twenty-three echoed in her skull. She thought of her quiet apartment, her single cup of morning coffee, her neatly labeled spice rack. Twenty-three half-siblings. It was a logistical nightmare.
“Mateo,” he replied, shaking her hand with a sticky grip. “Number four. You?” “Can I have the turtle fossil
“You one of them?” he asked, crumbs flying.
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