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last time we spoke, that I should call him if anything ever felt wrong.
It was nearly ten at night. I called anyway.
“Eleanor,” Martin said, surprise in his voice. “Is everything all right?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, and was startled by the steadiness of my own tone. “But I think I need your help.”
I told him what Sophie had overheard. The silence on the continue reading …
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