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Chapter 2 - THE REBECCA MYSTERYThat night, I didn't drink. I watched Rebecca. She moved through the house with a grace that didn't fit a housekeeper. When she thought I was asleep, she didn't clean; she sat in my library, reading my private files on the accident that crippled me.

She wasn't just a housekeeper. She was a private investigator hired by someone to keep tabs on my decline. But who? And why did her son seem to hold the keys to my soul?

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