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The air in the Sterling mansion was colder than a Connecticut winter, though it was mid-July. It was a manufactured cold, pumped through…
The morning sun beat down fiercely on the enormous Lawson mansion in Miami, bouncing off the white marble walls and the perfectly manicured…
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In the brutalist-style mansion of Greenwich, Connecticut, the silence of the early morning was violently broken by a scream that did not sound…
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In the heavy heat of a Miami afternoon, “The Oasis Grill” was at its peak. Between perfectly trimmed trees and the murmur of…
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When my son Michael married Emily, I thought my prayers had been answered. She was everything a mother could wish for her son:…