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black lettering on the cardboard, her hands clasped tightly against her chest.

“He told me it was just a standard safety review,” she whispered, her voice quick and breathless.

I walked past her to the heavy iron gate, my boots crunching on the stone.

“You sat in that diner with him,” I said. “You were passing him folders.”

“I was trying continue reading …