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of wine sat open beside her book.
Her phone lit up with Ethan’s name.
She answered to noise. Voices overlapping. Glass hitting surfaces. Music that had stopped mid-song.
“Claire.” His voice was tight and low in the way that voices get when someone is trying not to be overheard having a bad moment. “I need your help.”
She leaned back in her chair and looked continue reading …
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