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The air in the living room felt like a glass dome on the verge of shattering. Victoria Vance scrambled, her hands trembling as she reached for her son’s arm. "Arthur, it’s not what you think... let me explain..."

But Sarah Vance was a master of the timed strike. She didn't give the matriarch a second to breathe. "Oh, I remember now," Sarah said, her voice dripping with a feigned