birthday dinner! Flowers! A cake! Everything was Claire, Claire, Claire!”
Suddenly, her ridiculous meltdown over the cake looked completely different.
Madison hadn’t fallen apart simply because my name was written in icing.
She had overheard something.
She knew my birthday meant more than dinner.
Maybe she didn’t understand the legal details.
But she understood that when I turned twenty-five, the invisible system funding her life was about to change.
The cake had only been the spark.
Mr. Hale spoke quietly.
“Claire, I strongly recommend that you contact independent counsel.”
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