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— his name printed clearly at the top.
My In-Laws Treated Our Home Like a Free Five-Star Restaurant for Months—Then One Weekly BBQ Came With a Price They Never Saw Coming
The backyard went quiet. Six men in expensive shirts turned to watch.
Richard’s hand hovered over the paper. His face paled beneath his summer tan.
“Rich? Everything okay?” one of them asked.
“Fine,” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded strained. “Just reviewing the details.”
