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brands at seven this morning.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“Mr. Moretti does not handle worry particularly well.”
A laugh escaped before I could stop it.
Small.
Tired.
Real.
Evelyn glanced at me like that laugh alone was worth the trip.
“He also wanted me to check your heating.”
“My heating?”
“He nearly had a heart attack seeing this apartment last night.”
Despite myself,continue reading …
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