Chapter Seventy-Three

(Vera's POV)

"Aunt Margo—"

"What are you talking about?"

"I—"

"Vera Reynaud." She turned around, flour still dusting her hands. "Did you actually listen to what that doctor said?"

"I did," I said. "I know twenty minutes—"

"Twenty minutes." She repeated it. "Do you know where that number came...

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