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” I asked.

She smiled. “Fine.”

The smile landed nowhere.

The note in my pocket felt like a live wire all the way to her mother’s house.

Dinner at her mother’s was normal enough to make me angry.

Sarah laughed in the right places. Passed food. Smiled at stories. Her mother talked too much. I answered when spoken to and kept my face still.

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