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Tristan
I glared at my cousin, Belle. She didn’t look distraught over our dead grandfather’s sudden appearance in the room. She and I had always been close as kids, so I was appalled that she would let our family pull this cruel trick on us.
Focusing my anger on her was the only thing that kept me from coming completely unglued. If I thought about my parents’ role in this setup, I would absolutely lose it.
Belle took a half-step forward and said, “Wait, you all let them think Grandfather was dead??” The outrage in her voice was sincere, and I could tell that she hadn’t been in on their conspiracy. So much for siphoning my fury in her direction… she hadn’t been deceived like we had, but she also wasn’t a part of their plan.
Once I had a moment to process, it dawned on me that Belle
