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“When she pulls a couple envelopes from inside, her eyes widen and fill with tears.
“What is this?” she demands. “What . . . how?”
I sit down on the side of the bed. “The how doesn’t matter. You wanted it, and I got it.”
She scoots to the side of the bed and slips out of it, wincing from the pain. “The how does matter, Andrew. It matters a fucking lot.” She holds the letters up in the air. “How did you do this?”
“Hey, you need to be in bed.”
“Answer me,” she says, her eyes pooling with emotion. “Because right now I feel really violated.”
“Violated?” I stand up and face her. This is not the reaction I was expecting. I thought she’d be thrilled to have her sister’s letters back.
“You just happened to find the men who robbed me in the largest city in the world? How fucking stupid do you think I am?”
“Quinn, look—”
“No, you look.” She approaches me and points at my face. “Explain yourself.”
I sigh deeply. “I can’t.”
“You mean won’t.”
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