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HALE HOUSE LAUNCH.
Before dinner was even finished, they were casually discussing which rooms they would use for Madison’s studio.
Then Dad placed his glass on the table.
“Your brother and Madison are moving into the penthouse tomorrow.”
I stared at him.
“And?”
“And you need to pack your things and leave.”
For several seconds, I honestly believed I had misunderstood.
“Leave for how long?”
Dad looked directly at me.
“Permanently.”
I laughed once.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was so absurd my brain refused to
