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chapter Sixty-two

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LUCIANO

Yep, it was quite a place. If you liked a house that seemed to have no soul.

The front door opened and Alex strode inside... He dropped his briefcase on the lowest step of the staircase. Yanking off his gloves, he glared through the archway at his brother.

“You said Eloise was awake,” he accused, his gray eyes harsh and disbelieving.

“I said she woke up and stared at me, said a few words and fell asleep or whatever you want to call it again. Then and her eyes opened she couldn't speak . Just for a splitting seconds” I explained

“Well, she never so much as moved while I was there and I stayed over an hour.” Alex unbuttoned his coat. “The doctor told me waiting around was futile. They’ll call if there’s any change.” Tossing his coat over the banister, he walked into the sitting room. “Hell of a thing, isn’t it?” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarette.

“After over three months of nothing, not one solitary sign of life, Eloise opens her eyes, speak
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