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darling.”
The Locked Drawer
When I returned to the bedroom, something had shifted.
Nathan stood in the center of the room, still in his suit. His posture was stiff. His expression was distant. The warm, easy man I had walked in with had quietly stepped away.
“Nathan,” I said softly, “are you all right?”
He did not answer right away. Instead, he walked continue reading …
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