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microphone. “You’re Carla.”
She straightened her posture. “Yes. And I think this is inappropriate.”
He ignored her.
He looked at me. Then at Noah, who had arrived with Tessa’s mom and was standing near the wall. Then back at Carla.
“I knew their mother,” he said. “Very well.”
“This is not your business.”
Every hair on my arms stood up.
He continued. “She continue reading …
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