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set three mugs on the kitchen island. Steam curled from them, sweet with honey and lemon. She pushed one toward me.
“For your nerves,” she said.
I did not touch it.
Garrett noticed.
“Delphine.”
“I’m not thirsty.”
Nadine smiled. “Pregnancy makes women suspicious. Claire was like that too.”
There it was again.
Claire’s name laid on the table like a blade.
“I’m continue reading …
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