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accounts. I can’t access anything.”
“I’m having coffee with a friend,” I said calmly. “Her name is Riley Morrison. Perhaps you know her.”
The silence was deafening.
“I don’t know what someone has told you,” Eric finally said, his voice different—calculating, dangerous. “But you need to come home right now.”
“Talk about what, Eric? About how you left me continue reading …
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