“While My Son Was Airlifted to the ICU, I Got a Text That Changed Everything”

and told her to take the deal.

Marjorie signed on a Friday afternoon in Seth’s office. She looked diminished—the polished exterior cracked, revealing something desperate and mean.

“You’re going to regret this,” she told me. “You’ve just made an enemy of my mother. Patrice doesn’t lose.”

“Neither do I,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”

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