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deep into his pockets.

His face was pale, and he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if he were waiting for a train.

As we approached, he stepped forward, his leather shoes clicking against the marble floor.

“Helen,” he said, his voice loud and quick, filling the hallway before I could even reach the step.

“I was beginning to think you continue reading …