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stood near the kitchen island arranging fruit on a tray that did not need arranging. She wore cream-colored linen and pearls before noon, which felt aggressive somehow.
“Riley,” she said brightly. “Glad you made it.”
I nodded once.
Ben gave me an awkward side hug that smelled faintly like bourbon and coffee. He looked terrible. Puffy eyes, wrinkled shirt,continue reading …
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