Chapter 15: In Which Worry Mounts, Secrets Stir, and Plans Are Set in Motion

Oliver stared at the clock for the third time that morning.

9:07.

She was late.

Lillian was never late.

He tried to focus on the edits in front of him, but the words blurred. His red pen hovered above the page, useless. He tapped it against the table, waiting for the sound of her heels in the ha...

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