Eighty-Seven Missed Calls
“Does she have a name?” I asked.
His eyes shifted. “Natalie.”
Of course. “How long?”
“This isn’t the time.”
“You chose the time.”
Eleanor stepped between us. “Claire, let’s stay civil.”
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