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I was so mad I couldn’t even focus on the TV. The last I’d looked there was a mother-daughter duo swinging sledgehammers. Now there was a pair of sleek siblings swaggering through a million-dollar home. I shifted my weight in the recliner and pulled the lever for the leg rest. Maybe getting comfortable would slow my racing mind. My husband walked in and sat in the recliner next to mine. “I just finished talking to Brittany,” I said. Earl’s body physically jerked in my direction, but he didn’t meet my eye. Brittany and I hadn’t spoken for quite some time.