She was determined to leave before Julian could accuse her of exploiting a dying man.
But as she carried Toby’s small backpack down the hallway, Alexander appeared at the top of the stairs.
« Where are you going? »
Laura froze.
« I thought it might be better if we left. »
« Better for whom? »
She hesitated.
« For you. Your nephew doesn’t want us here. »
Alexander descended the stairs slowly, one hand resting on the railing.
« Julian doesn’t get to decide who stays in my house. »
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