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slept in weeks. Their eyes were red-rimmed, their shoulders slumped. The menus lay untouched in front of them.
I slid into the booth across from them and didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Where is Anna? When can we meet her?”
Edward stared at the table like the answer might be written in the crumbs. Kira looked at her husband, some silent conversation continue reading …
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