Then an older man walked in, carrying a worn green backpack. “Camille?
I’m Gerald Okafor, your husband’s lawyer. He left this for you.” It was so much heavier than I expected.
Gerald looked at me for a long moment, then lowered his voice. “Bennett wasn’t entirely who you thought he was, Camille.
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