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not belong to one woman.
They belonged to power.
To image.
To entire worlds ordinary girls could never survive inside.
My phone buzzed again.
Voicemail.
I should have deleted it.
Instead, I pressed play.
Silence filled the apartment for two seconds before his voice came through, low and controlled.
“Clare, where are you?”
The calm frightened me more than anger continue reading …
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