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the door.
“Rachel,” she said behind me, her voice breaking. “Wait.”
I stopped with my hand on the knob.
“Please,” she whispered. “You don’t understand the pressure I’m under.”
I turned my head just enough to see her.
There it was.
Not I’m sorry.
Not Is Lily okay?
Pressure.
I opened the door.
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