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Mark nodded but didn’t wait for her reply. “Why were there hundreds of hidden jewelry boxes in Uncle’s truck?” he blurted out, his voice shaky with confusion. Aunt Marcia didn’t respond right away. She looked down at the table, her expression weighted with worry. “It’s a long story,” she finally muttered. “One your uncle never wanted anyone—not even me—to ever know about.”
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