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“Please.”
A woman’s voice, wrecked with crying.
“Please, something happened tonight, and it’s about you.”
I sat up straighter, trying to place the voice through the tears and gasping breaths.
“Please answer. Please, I need to talk to you.”
“I did answer,” I said. “Who is this?”
“It’s Sienna. From the dinner. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
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