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Taylor Smith was still wearing black. She was dressed in a simple black dress with a strand of pearls at her neck.
She was seated in the living room where Becky had spoken to her for the first time. A maid bought them in.
"Mrs. Smith," Liam said.
"Taylor," Becky said. "How are you?" Taylor's eyes were red, and she was playing with the necklace at her neck.
"I sent Emily and George to my sister's for a bit." Taylor sighed. "I couldn't handle it. Not really. They deserved to get away."
"Mrs. Smith," Liam began again.
"It's Taylor, please. Just Taylor." She said this as a maid bought in three cups and poured the very fancy Belgian hot chocolate that Becky had had the first time she was there.
"Taylor," Liam corrected himself. "What happened today?"
"I was robbed. Overnight, I think
