White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

the hall, first door on the right,” Beatrice said, her tone returning to its breezy, cheerful pitch. “I will start the decaf coffee.”

I walked down the narrow, carpeted hallway, the quiet of the house settling around me.

The bathroom door was open, but my eyes were drawn to the cherry wood console table against the wall near the back door.

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