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The pool house at the Bouchard estate had its own climate control system, its own espresso machine, and its own floor-to-ceiling glass walls that looked out over a garden so manicured it could have be

Amy Speedman stood in the doorway of her kitchen, arms crossed beneath her chest, staring at the half-finished extension that was supposed to be her new sunroom. The concrete was uneven. The brickwork

Amy Speedman stood in her kitchen in bare feet, eating leftover pad thai straight from the carton with a fork she'd been too lazy to wash properly. Forty-eight years old today. The condo was quiet exc