curling.
Carol looked down at the blue ink on the page, her face tightening. She smoothed the front of her cotton shirt with both palms, her eyes remaining on the document.
“I found this in the bottom drawer of your desk,” Ivy said.
Carol did not reach for the paper. “I did not want you to see that, Ivy.”
“Why did you keep it?” Ivy asked.
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