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The brightly colored card felt mocking in Amelia’s hand. No signature. Her brother, David, had always been the golden child, the one their mother adored. He'd also always been a coward. She hadn’t spoken to him in years, but this felt like his passive-aggressive doing.

She drove to their mother’s house, her jaw clenched tight. The elderly woman’s garden was her pride and joy. Tonight, the garden would be seeing a lot of work. The beautiful flowers, the meticulously manicured bushes, the prize-winning roses - all of it, by the morning, would be looking a lot different.