The Girl Who Spoke With Her Hands — The Secret of Ashcroft House
When he left, he hesitated in the doorway.
“Would you have dinner with me sometime?
No business.
No investigation.
Just dinner.”
I thought about his grief, my mother’s illness, and everything that had happened.
“Not yet,” I said.
“Ask again when we both know who we are outside this crisis.”
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