The Room at the End of the Second Floor
“Snyder.” Arthur’s voice was rough.
She froze. He opened his eyes, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
“You knew I was awake the whole time,” he stated.
“Yes, I did,” Maya replied.
“And you still didn’t take the money.”
“No, I didn’t.”
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