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the peephole and froze in confusion.
A gray-haired woman stood outside holding three grocery bags against her winter coat.
“Miss Bennett?” she asked softly when I opened the door halfway. “My name is Evelyn. Mr. Moretti asked me to bring these.”
I stared at her.
“What exactly are these?”
“Food, dear.”
She stepped inside after I moved aside uncertainly, and continue reading …
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